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This reprint of IÇing Leir has been prepared by 
the General Editor and checked by R. Warwick 

Feb.  9o8. 

W. W. G reg. 

The following entries relating to I(ing Leir are 
found in the Registers of the Stationers' Company 
for the years 1"94 and 6o1" respectively : 
xiiijto die Maij [59÷1-/ .... 
Entred alsoe for his Copie vnder thandes of bothe the wardens 
a booke entituled/The moste famous Chronicle historye of Edward white./. 
Leire kinge of England and his Three Daughters. . vja C./. 
[Arber's Transcript II, 6+9. ] 
g maij [6o] ... 
Entred for his Copie vnder thandes of the Wardens A booke Simon Stafford 
called the Tragecall historie of kinge Leir and his Three 
Daughters &c. As it was latelie Acted ...... vj d 
Entred for his Copie by assignement from Simon Stafford and tohn Wright 
by consent of Master Leak% The Tragicall history of kinge 
Leire and his Three Daughters Æ Provided that Simon Stafford 
shall haue the printinge of this bookeff. .... vj d 
[Arber's Transcript III. ?.89. ] 
The earlier entry follows immediately upon that, 
under the same date and to the same stationer, 
of Greene's Friar Bacon and Friar Bun, g, ay. The 
allusion in the second entry to the play having 
been ' latelie Acted ' was probably intended to lead 
the public to suppose that it was none other than 
Shakespeare's Iing Lear» the recent popularity of 
which upon the stage no doubt suggested the 
publication or republication of" the earlier work. 
The only record of the performance of Iing Leir 

that survives is in Henslowe's Diary, where it is 
recorded as being twice acted at the Ros% when 
that theatre was occupied by QEeen Elizabeth's 
and the Earl of Sussex' men. The play, which is 

not marked as new, probably belonged to the 
brmer company» since we find no trace of it when 


at an earlier date Sussex  men were acting alone. 
In this connection it may be observed that accord- 
ing to the title-page of the x'94 quarto, Friar 
Bacon and Friar Bungay was also  plaid by her 
Maiesties seruants ». Henslowe»s entries are as 
follow (fol. 
 at kinge leare the 6 of ap'ell xç9314] .... xxxviij" 
 at Mnge leare the 8 [?9] ofap*ell ,ç94. - . xxvj* 
The only edition of the play at present known 
bears the date i 6oy and was printed in accordance 
with the provision ofthe Register, by Simon Stafford 
for John Wright. I t is a quarto, and the type 
used is a roman fount of the usual character and 
a body closely approximating to modern Pica 
(2o 11.=84 mm.). Two copies are preserved in 
the British Museum, bearing respectively the press- 
marks C. 34. I. ** d ,,. a. y. The former 
of these is defective, wanting the two inner leaves 
of sheet C, while the latter though perfect is 
slightly cropt. No variations of reading bave 
been observed between these copies, both of 
which have been used in the preparation of this 
The authorship of (ing Leir is doubtful, no 
external evidence on the point being available. 



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in order of entrance. 

LEIR, King of Britain. 
SKALLIGER } courtiers 
a Noble of Lear. 
GONORmt, } daughters 
CORDELLA " of Lear. 
The King of GALLIa. 
MUMFORD } courtiers 
Nobles of Gallia. 

The King of CowAr.r.. 
his Man. 
The King of CAMBRIAo 
lais Man. 
a Messenger from Cornwall. 
an Ambassador of Gallia. 
two Mariners. 
two Watchmen. 
two Captains. 
a Noble» Chier of a Town. 

Nobles» Attendants» Soldiers, Townsfolk. 


- THE " 
True îChronïcle Hi. 

As it hath bene diuerfand fuaky 
times_.latêllrac'ted. . 

.. LONDON .: 
Printed by S/mon Stafford for Iohn" 
Wriht,and are to bec fold àt his fhop at 
Chair'tes Church dote, next ,Newgat¢- 
Mariera." s 6 o 5. 

TITLE-PAGE (A I) OF TH QARTO OF I605' (C. 3+" l. 

 " Thc tuë-Chronk[ê F]ïftoiqe of King 
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True Chïonicle H1- 

fory of King LEIR, and his three 
daughters, Gonorill, Ragan, 
and Cordella. 

As it hath bene diuers and fundry 
times lately acted. 


Printed by Simon StafFord for Iohn 
Wright, and are to bee fold at his flaop at 
Chriftes Church dote, next Newgate- 
Marlt.  6 o 5- 

The true Chronicle Hif[orie of King 
Leir and his three daughters. 


Enter Ang Leir and 2obles. 

I T I Hus to our griefe the obfequies performd 
Of our (too late) deceai[ and dearePc Q_een, 
Whofe foule I hope, potTePc ofheauêly ioyes, 
Doth ride in triumph 'mgPc the Cherubins; 
Let vs requePc your graue aduice, my Lords, 
For the difpofing of our princely daughters, 
For whom our care is fpecially imployd, 
As nature bindeth to aduaunce their i[ates, o 
In royall marriage with fome princely mates: 
For wanting now their mothers good aduice, 
Vnder whofe gouernment they haue receyued 
A perfit patterne of a vertuous lire: 
Left as it were a fhip without a Pcerne, 
Or filly fheepe without a PaPcors care; 
Although out felues doe dearely tender them, 
Yet are we ignorant of their affayres: 
For fathers bePc do know to gouerne fonnes ; 
But daughters Pceps the mothers counfelI turnes. o 
A fonne we want for to fucceed our Growne, 
And courre of rime hath cancelled the date 
Of further itTue from our withered loynes : 
One foote already hangeth in the graue, 
And age bath marie deepe furrowes in my face : 
The world of me, I of the world am weary, 
And I would fayne refigne thefe earthly cares, 
And thinke vpon the welfare of my foule: 
Which by no better meanes may be effected, 
Then by refigning vp the Croxvne from me, o 
In equall dowry to my daughters three. 
çkalliger. A worthy care, my Liege, which well declares, 
The zeale you bare vnto our uon.d,a,m Q.geene : 
And rince your Grace hath licenf d me to fpeake, 
A z I cen- 

Tke Hiflor.y of tfing Leir 
I cenfure thus; Your Maietty knowing well, 
What feuerall Suters your princely daughters haue, 
To make them eche a Ioynter more or leffè, 
As is their worth, to them that loue profeflè. 
Leir. No more, nor lette, but euen all alike, 
40 My zeale is fixt, ail fafhiond in one mould : 
Wherefore vnpartiall fhall my cenfure be, 
Both old and young fhall haue alike for me. 
2VobZ My gracious Lord, I hartily do wifh, 
That God had lent you an heyre indubitate, 
Which might haue let vpon your royall throne, 
When rates fhould loofe the prifon of your lire, 
By whofe fucceffion ail this doubt might ceafe ; 
And as by you, by him we might haue peace. 
But after-wifhes euer corne too late, 
o And nothing can reuoke the courre of rate: 
Wherefore, my Liege, my cenfure deemes it bef, 
To match them with fome of your neighbour Kings, 
Bordring within the bounds of Albion, 
By whofe vnited f, riendfhip, this our ttate 
May be protected gain ail forrayne hate. 
Leir. Herein, my Lords, your wifhes fort with mine, 
And mine (I hope) do fort with heauenly powers : 
For at this infant two neere neyghbouring Kings 
Of Cornwall and of Cambria, motion loue 
o To my two daughters, Gonorill and Ragan. 
My youngef daughter, fayre Cordella, vowes 
No liking to a Monarch, vnleffe loue allowes. 
She is follicited by diuers Peeres; 
But none of them her partiall fancy heares. 
Yet, if my policy may her beguyle, 
le match her to fome King within this Ile, 
And fo efablifh fuch a perfit peace, 
As fortunes force fhall ne're preuayle to ceafe. 
Perillus. Of vs & ours, your gracious care, my Lord, 
70 Deferues an euerlafing memory, 
To be inrol'd in Chronicles of lame, 
By neuer-dying perpetuity: 

and kis tkree daughters. 
Yet to become fo prouident a Prince, 
Lofe not the title of a louing father : 
Do hOt force loue, where fàncy cannot dwell, 
Left ftreames being ftopt, aboue the banks do fwell. 
Ldr. I am refolu'd, and euen now my mind 
Doth meditate a fudden fratagem, 
To try which of my daughters loues me beft : 
Which till I know, I cannot be in reft. 
This graunted, when they ioyntly fhall contend, 
Eche to exceed the other in their loue: 
Then at the vantage will I take Cordella, 
Euen as fhe doth proteft fhe loues me beft, 
Ile fay, Then, daughter, graunt me one requef, 
To fhew thou louefl: me as thy fifers doe, 
-Accept a husland, whom my felfe will woo. 
This fayd, fhe cannot well deny my lute, 
_Mthough (poore foule) her fences will be mute." 
Then will I tryumph in my policy, 
-And match ber with a King of Brittany. 
SkaL Ile to them before, and bewray your fecrecy. 
Per. Thus fathers think their children to beguile, 
_And oftentimes themfelues do firf repent, 
When heauenly powers do fruftrate their intent. 
Enter Çonorill and agan. 
Gon. I maruell, Ragan, how you can indure 
To têe that proud pert Peat, out younge fifter, 
So flightly to account of vs, her elders, 
-As if we were no better then her felfe [ 
We cannot haue a c/uaynt deuice fo foone, 
Or new ruade fafhion, of our choyce inuention ; 
But if fhe like it, fhe will haue the lame, 
Or f[-udy newer to exceed vs both. 
]3efides, fhe is fo nice and fo demure ; 
So fober, courteous, modet, and precife, 
That all the Gourt hath worke ynough to do, 
To talke how fhe exceedeth me and you. 
A?a. What fhould I do ? would it were in my power, 
To find a cure for this contagious ill : 
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Tke Hiflory of tfing Leir 
$ome defperate medicine muft be foone applyed, 
To dimmWthe glory of ber mounting famê; 
Els ere't be long, fheele haue both prick and praife, 
And we muft be let by for working dayes. 
Doe you not fee what feuerall choyce of Suters 
She daily hath, and of the beft degree ? 
Say, amongft all, fhe hap to fancy one, 
And haue a husband when as we haue none: 
Why then, by right, to ber xve muf giue place, 
io Though it be ne're fo much to our diçgrace. 
6"on. ]3y my virginity, rather then the fhall haue 
A husband before me, 
Ile marry one or other in his fhirt : 
And yet I haue ruade halle a graunt already 
Of my good will vnto the King of Crnxvall. 
]?a. Sweare not fo deeply (titrer) here cmeth my L. Bka llige. 
$omething his hafty comming doth import, tnter Skal. 
çkal. Sweet Princeffes, I ara glad I met you heere fo luckily, 
Hauing good newes which doth concerne you both, 
I3o And craueth fpeedy expedition. 
]?a. For Gods fake tel] vs what it is, my Lord, 
I ara xvith child vntill you vtter it. 
çkal. Madam, to faue your longing, this it is: 
Your father in great fecrecy to day, 
Told me, he meanes to marry you out of hand, 
Vnto the noble Prince of Cambria ; 
You, Madam, to the King of Cornxvalls Grace: 
Your yonger fifter he would fayne befow 
Vpon the rich King of Hibernia: 
,4o But that he doubts, fhe hardly xvill confent ; 
For hitherto fhe ne're could fancy him. 
If fhe do yeeld, why then, betweene you three, 
He will deuide his kingdome for your dowries. 
But yet there is a further myfiery, 
Which, fo you will conceale, I will difclofe. 
Gon. What e're thou fpeakft to vs, kind Skalliger, 
Thinke that thou fpeakft it only to thy felfe. 
,çkal. He earnefly defireth for to k now, 

and kis tkree daugkters. 
Which of you three do beare mo9c loue to him 
_And on your loues he fo extremely dotes, 
_As neuer any did, I thinke, before. 
He prefently doth meane to rend for you, 
To be refolu'd of this tormenting doubt: 
_And looke, whofe anfwere pleafeth him the bet, 
They fhall haue mot vnto their marriages. 
Ra. 0 that I had fome pleafing Mermayds voyce, 
For to inchaunt his fenceleflè fences with! 
Skal. For he tùppofeth that Cordella will 
(Striuing to go beyond you in her loue) 
Promife to do what euer he defires: 
Then will he traight enioyne her for his fake, 
The Hibernian King in marriage for to take. 
This is the fumme of al1 I haue to fay; 
Which being done, I humbly take my leaue, 
lXIot doubting but your wifdomes will forefee, 
What courre will bet vnto your good agree. 
Gon. Thanks, gentle Skallige'; thy kindnes vndeferued, 
Shall not be vnrequited, if we liue. ExitSkalliger. 
/?a. Now haue we fit occafion otTred vs, 
"1"o be reueng'd vpon her vnperceyu'd. 
Gon. Nay, our reuenge we will inflict on her, 
Shall be accounted piety in vs: 
I will fo flatter with my doting father, 
As he was ne're fo flattred in his lire. 
Nay, I will fay, that if it be his pleat2re, 
To match me to a begger, I will yeeld : 
For why, I know what euer I do fay, 
He meanes to match me with the Cornwall King. 
Ra. Ile fay the like: for I am well affured, 
What e're I fay to pleafe the old mans mind, 
Who dotes, as if he were a child agayne, 
I fhall inioy the noble Cambrian Prince: 
Only, to feed his humour, will fuffice, 
To fay, I am content with any one 
Whom ,heele appoynt me; this will pleafe him more, 
Then e re l_polloes mufike pleafed loue. 
A 4 63on. I 

Tke Hiflor.y of lfing Leir 
Gon. I fmile to think, in what a wofull plight 
Cordella will be, when we anfwere thus: 
For fhe will rather dye, then giue confent 
9o To ioyne in marriage with the Irifh King: 
So will our father think, fhe loueth him hot, 
Becaufe fhe will hot graunt to his defire, 
Which we will aggrauate in fuch hitter termes, 
That he will foone conuert his loue to hate: 
For he, you know, is alwayes in extremes. 
'ag. Not ail the world could lay a better plot, 
I long till it be put in practice. xeunt. 
gEnter Zeir and Perillus. 
Leir. Perillus, go feeke my daughters, 
Will them immediately tome and fpeak with me. 
Per. I will, my gracious Lord. Exit. 
Leir. Oh, what a combat feeles my panting heart, 
'Twixt childrens loue, and care of Gommon weale ! 
How deare my daughters are vnto my foule, 
None knowes, but he, that knowes my thoghts & fecret deeds. 
Ah, little do they know the deare regard, 
Wherein I hold their future ttate to corne: 
When they fecurely fleepe on beds of downe, 
Thefe aged eyes do watch for their behalfe : 
While they like wantons fport in youthfull toyes, 
This throbbing heart is pearf with dire annoyes. 
As doth the Sun excceed the fmallef Starre; 
So much the fathers loue exceeds the childs. 
Yet my complaynts are caufleffe: for the world 
Affords hOt children more conformable: 
And yet, me thinks, my mind prefageth fill 
I know hOt what; and yet I fêare fome i/l. 
Enter Perillus, itto t/ge ttoree daugbters. 
Wel], here my daughters come: I haue round out 
A prefent meanes to rid me of this doubt. 
Gon. Out royall Lord and father, in ail duty, 
We corne to know the tenour of your will, 
Why you fo haliily haue lent for vs ? 
Zeir. Deare Gonoll, kind Ragan, fweet Cordella, 

Sc. iii 


and kis tbree dau&bters. 
Ye florifhing branches of a Kingly ocke, 
Sprung from a tree that once did flourifh greene, 
Whofe blotTomes now are nipt with Winters froft:, 
And pale grym death doth wayt vpon my eps, 
And ruminons me vnto his next Aflïzes. 
Therefore, deare daughters, as ye tender the fafety 
Of him that was the caufe of your firt]: being, 
Refolue a doubt which much moles my mind, 
Which of you three to me would proue mol kind; 
Which loues me moL, and which at my reque 
Will foone yeeld vnto their fathers he. 
6'on. I hope, my gracious father makes no doubt 
Of any of his daughters loue to him- 
Yet for my part, to fhew my zeale to you, 
Which cannot be in windy words rehear, 
I prize my loue to you at fuch a rate, 
I thinke my lire infèriour to my loue. 
Should you inioyne me for to tye a milone 
About my neck, and leape into the Sea, 
At your commaund I willingly would doe it: 
Yea, for to doe you good, I would afcend 
The highe Turret in all Brittany, 
And from the top leape headlong to the ground: 
Nay, more, fhould you appoynt me for to marry 
The meanef vatçayle in the fpacious world, 
Without reply I would accomplifh it: 
In briefe, commaund what euer you defire, 
And if I fayle, no fauour I require. 
Leir. 0, how thy words reuiue my dying foule! 
Cor. O, how I doe abhorre this flattery ! 
Ldr. But what fayth 'agan to her fathers will ? 
/?ag. O, that my fimple vtterance could fuffice, 
"I'o tel1 the true intention of my heart, 
Which burnes in zeale of duty to your grace, 
And neuer can be quench'd, but by defire 
To fhew the t'ame in outward forwardneflè. 
Oh, that there were fome other mayd that durf 
But make a challenge of her loue with me; 


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T/e HijTor of 1ring Leir 
Ide make ber foone confeftè fle neuer loued 
Her father halle fo well as I doe you. 
I then, my deeds flaould proue in playner cale, 
How much my zeale aboundeth to your grace: 
]3ut for them ail, let this one meane fuffice, 
To ratify my loue before your eyes: 
I haue right noble Suters to my loue, 
No wor£e then Kings, and happely I loue one: 
et, would you haue me make my choyce anew, 
Ide bridle fancy, and be rulde by you. 
Le/t. Did neuer P/ilornel ring fo £weet a note. 
Corcl. Did neuer atterer tell £o fal£e a tale. 
Le/t. Speak now, Cortella, make my ioyes at full, 
And drop downe Nectar from thy hony lips. 
Cor. I cannot paynt my duty forth in words, 
I hope my deeds thall make report br me: 
]3ut looke what loue the child doth owe the father, 
The faine to you I beare, my gracious Lord. 
Gon. Here is aa ançwere anfwerleftè indeed : 
Were you my daughter, I fhould £carcely brooke it. 
Rag. DoL thou hot bluth, proud Peacock as thou art, 
To make our father £uch a flight reply ? 
Leir. Why how now, Minion, are you growne fo proud ? 
Doth our deare loue make you thus peremptory ? 
What, is your loue become fo £oaall to vs, 
As that you t'corne to tell vs what it is ? 
Do you loue vs, as euery child doth loue 
Their àther ? "/'rue indeed, as £ome, 
Who by dit'obedience flaort their fathers dayes, 
And fo would you; £ome are fo father-tick, 
"That they make meanes to rid them fiom the world; 
_And fo would you: £ome are inditTerent, 
Whether their aged parents liue or dye; 
And fo are you. ]3ut, did thou know, proud gyrle, 
What care I had to £oer thee to this, 
Ah, then thou would £ay as thy ïlers do: 
Our lire is leflre, then loue we owe to you. 
Cord. Deare father, do hot so miake my words, 

and kis tkree daugkters. 
Nor my playne meaning be mifconrued; 
My toung was neuer vide to flattery. 
Gon. You were not bel fay I flatter: if you do, 
My deeds fhall fhew, I flatter not with you. 
I loue my father better then thou cana. 
Cr. Thep were great, fpoke from anothers mouth- 
But it fhould rayfefeeme your neighbours dwell far off. 
,qag. Nay, here is one, that will confirme as much 
_As fhe hath fayd, both for my felfe and her. 
I fay, thou doit: not wifh my fathers good. 
Cord. Deare father. 
Leir. Peace, bafard Impe, no itTue of King Leir, 
I will not heare thee fpeake one tittle more. 
Call not me father, if thou loue thy life, 
Nor thefe thy fifcers once prefume to name: 
Looke for no helpe henceforth from me nor mine ; 
Shift as thou wilt, and trufc vnto thy felfe : 
My Kingdome will I equally deuide 
'Twixt thy two fflkers to their royall dowre, 
And will beflcow them worthy their deferts: 
This done, becaufe thou fhalt hOt haue the hope, 
To haue a childs part in the rime to corne, 
I pretèntly will difpoffèflè my felfe, 
And fer vp thefe vpon my princely throne. 
Gon. I euer thought that pride would haue a fall. 
Ra. Plaine dealing, fit[er: your beauty is fo fheene, 
You need no dowry, to make you be a Q.9.eene. 
'eunt Zeir, Gnorill, .agan. 
Cord. Now whither, poore forfaken, fha11 I goe, 
When mine own fiffers tryumph in my woe ? o 
But vnto him which doth protect the Juif, 
In him will poore Cordella put her trutL 
Thefe hands fhall labour, for to get my fpcnding; 
And fo ile liue vntill my dayes haue ending. 
Per. Oh, how I grieue, to fee my Lord thus fond, 
To dote fo much vpon vayne flattering words. 
Ah, if he but with good aduice had weyghed, 
The hidden tenure of her humble fpeech, 
B z Reafon 

Tke ttiflor.y of Eing Leir 
Reafon to rage ould not haue giuen place, 
34 ° Nor poore Cordella fuffer fuch difgrace. Exit. 
iv Enter the Gallian King with lumford, and three 
Nobles more. 
](ing. DitTwade me hOt, my Lords, I ara refolu'd, 
This next fayre wynd to fayle for Brittany, 
In fome difguife, to fee if flying faine 
/te hOt too prodigall in the wondrous prayfe 
Of thefe three Nymphes, the daughters of King Leir. 
If prefent view do anfwere abfent prayfe, 
.And eyes allow of what out eares haue heard, 
3ço .And IZenus tand au£picious to my vowes, 
.And Fortune fauour what I take in hand; 
I will returne feyz'd of as rich a prize 
.As ,raJbn, when he wanne the golden fleece. 
Alum. Heauens graùt you may ; the match were ful ofhonor, 
And we11 befeeming the young Gallian King. 
I would your Grace would fauour me fo much, 
.As make me parmer of your Pilgrimage. 
I long to fee the gallant Brittifla Dames, 
.And ted mine eyes vpon their rare perfections : 
360 For till I know the contrary, Ile fay, 
Our Dames in Fraunce are more fayre then they. 
Kin. Lord 3lumford, you haue faued me a labour, 
In off.ring that which I did meane to aske: 
.And I motk willingly accept your company. 
Yet firtt I will inioyne you to obferue 
Some few conditions which I tha11 propofe. 
Wlum. So that you do hOt tye mine eyes for looking 
-After the amorous glaunces of fayre Dames : 
So that you do hOt tye my toung from fpeaking, 
370 My lips from kiffing when occafion ferues, 
My hands from congees, and my knees to bow 
To gallant Gyrles; which were a taske more hard, 
Then flefh and bloud is able to indure : 
Commaund what elle you pleafe, I ret content. 
Kin. To bind thee from a thing thou cant not leaue, 
Were but a meane to make thee feeke it more: 

and kis tkree daugkters. 
And therefore fpeake, looke, kitTe, falute for me ; 
In thefe my felfe am like to fecond thee. 
lSlow heare thy taske. I charge thee from the time 
That firle we let fayle for the Brittifh fhore, 3o 
To vfe no words of dignity to me, 
But in the friendliele maner that thou canle, 
Make vfe of me as thy companion : 
For we will go difguifde in Palmers weeds, 
That no man fhall mifrule vs what we are. 
3Ium. Ifthat be ail, ile fit your turne, I warrant you. I ara 
fome kin to the Blunts, and I think, the bluntefr ofall my kin- 
dred ; therfore ifI bee too blunt with you, thank your felfe for 
praying me to be fo. 
ing. Thy pleafantcompany will make the way feeme fhort. 3 9o 
It releeth now, that in my abfence hence, 
I do commit the gouernment to you 
My truley Lords and faythfull Counfellers. 
Time cutteth off the rele I haue to fay : 
The wynd blowes fayre, and I mule needs away. 
dVobles. Heauens rend your voyage to as good effect, 
As we your purpofe to protect. Exeunt. 
Enter the çïng of Co,nwa]l and lois man booted and sc. v 
fpurcl, a riding wand, and a letter in his hand. 
Corn. But how far diluant are we from the Court ? 400 
,çer. Some twenty mlles, my Lord, or thereabouts. 
C0m. It feemeth to me twenty thoufand myles: 
Yet hope I to be there within this houre. 
çer. Then are you like to ride alone for me. to him- 
I thinke, my Lord is weary of his lift. Jk/fe. 
Coin. Sweet GonoHll, I long to fee thy face, 
Which hafr fo kindly gratified my loue. 
Enter the King of Camba booted and fpurd, and lois 
man .witlo a wand and a letter. 
6àm. Get a frefla horfe: for by my foule I fweare, I-le lookes 4o 
I am pale patience, longer, to forbeare on the 
The wiflaed tîght of my beloued mileris, letter. 
Deare tlagan, lay and comfort of my lire. 

Now what in Gods naine doth myLordintend? tv him- 
  He .. 

Tke Hiflory of Ifing Leir 
He thinks he ne're fhall tome at's iourneyes end. 
I would he had old Dedalu« waxen wings, 
That he might flye, fo I might fay behind : 
For e're we get to Troynouant, I fee, 
He quite will tyre himfelfe, his horfe and me. 
4-0 Cornwall (Y Cambria looke one vpon anot]aer, atd 
flart to fèe ecbe otber tbere. 
Corn. Brother of Cambria, we greet you well, 
_As one whom here we little did expcct. 
Cam. Brother of Cornwall, met in happy time: 
I thought as much to haue met with the Souldan of Perfia, 
_As to haue met you in this place, my Lord. 
No doubt, it is about fome great affayres, 
"I'hat makes you here fo flenderly accompanied. 
rn. To fay the truth, my Lord, it is no lefië, 
430 And for your part fome hay wind of chance 
Hath blowne you hither thus vpon the fudden. 
Cam. My Lord, to break offfurther circumftances, 
For at this time I cannot brooke delayes : 
Tell you your reafon, I will tell you mine. 
Corn. In fayth content, and therefore to be briefe; 
For I ara fure my hae's as great as yours: 
I am lent for, to corne vnto King Leir, 
Who by thefe prefent letters promifeth 
His elde daughter, louely Gonorill, 
440 To me in mariage, and for prefent dowry, 
The moity of halle his Regiment. 
The Ladies loue I long ago poffe : 
But v ntill now I neuer had the fathers. 
Cam. You tell me wonders, yet I will relate 
Strange newes, and henceforth we mu brothers call; 
Witneflê thefe lynes : his honourable age, 
Being weary of the troubles of his Crowne, 
His princely daughter l?agat will beow 
On me in mariage, with halle his Seigniories, 
450 Whom I would gladly haue accepted of, 
With the third part, her complements are fuch. 
Corn. If I haue one halle, and you haue the other, 

and kis tkree daugkters. 
Then betweene vs we mut"t needs haue the whole. 
Cam. The hole! how meane you that ? Zlood, I hope, 
We tïaall haue two holes betweene vs. 
Corn. Why, the whole Kingdome. 
Cam. I, that's very true. 
Cor; What then is left for his third daughters dowry, 
Louely Cordella, whom the world admires ? 
Cam. Tis very t"trange, I know not what to thinke, 
Vnleflê they meane to make a Nunne of her. 
Corn. 'Twere pity fuch rare beauty tïaould be hid 
Within the,compafçe of a Cloyters wall: 
But howfoe re, ifLeir« words proue true, 
It will be good, my Lord, for me and you. 
Cam. Then let vs hat"te, ail danger to preuent, 
For feare delayes doe alter his intent. Exeunt. 


Ento" Çonorill and Ragan. sc.  
Gon. Sit[er, when did you fee Cordella la, 
That prety piece, that thinks none good ynough «7o 
To fpeake to her, becaufe (tïr-reuerence) 
She hath a little beauty extraordinary ? 
A?a. Since time my father warnd her from his prefence, 
I neuer faw her, that I can remember. 
God giue ber ioy of ber thrpaffing beauty ; 
I thinke, her dowry will be fmall ynough. 
6"on. I haue incent"t my father fo againt"t her, 
As he will neuer be reclaymd agayne. 
Rag. I was not much behind to do the like. 
6"on. Faith, flfier, what moues you to beare her fuch good 480 
Rag. Intruth, I thinke, the lame that moueth you ; (will ? 
Becaufe tïae doth furpat/e vs both in beauty. 
6on. Befhrew your tïngers, how right you can geffe : 
I teil you true, it cuts me to the heart. 
Rag. But we will keepe her low enough, I warrant, 
And clip her wings for mounting vp too hye. 
6"on. Who euer hath her, thall haue a rich mariage of her. 
ag. She were right fit to make a Parlons wife: 
For they, men fay, do loue faire women well, 
B 4 And 

The Hiflory of ïin&Leir 
• ,9o And many times doe marry them xvith nothing. 
ç0n. With nothing! marry God forbid : xvhy, are there any 
A'ag. I meane, no money. (luth ? 
Go». I cry you mercy, I mitooke you much: 
And the is far too tately for the Ghurch ; 
Sheele lay her husbands Benefice on her back, 
F.uen in one gowne, if fhe may haue ber xvill. 
A'a. In faith, poore foule, I pitty her a little. 
Would fhe xvere lefië fayre, or more fortunate. 
Well, I thinke long vntill I fee my iargan, 
500 The gallant Prince of Cmbria, here arriue. 
¢Yan. And fo do I, vntill the Cornxvall King 
Prefent himfelfe, to confummate my ioyes. 
Peace, here commeth my father. 
Enter Leir, Perillus and others. 
eir. Ceaçe, good my Lords, and rue hOt to reuerfe 
Our cenfure, which is now irreuocable. 
We haue difpatched letters of contract 
Ynto the Kings of Cambria and of Cornwa11; 
Out hand and feale will iutify no lette : 
 xo Then do hot fo difhonour me, my Lords, 
As to make fhipwrack of out kingly word. 
I ara as kind as is the Pellican, 
That kils it felfe, to faue her young ones liues • 
And yet as ielous as the princely Eagle, 
That kils her young ones, if they do but dazell 
Vpon the radiant fplendor of the Sunne. . Enter 
Within this two dayes I expect their commng. Kings of 
But in good time, they are arriu'd already. Cornwall 
This halle of yours, my Lords, doth tetify and Cam- 
2o The feruent loue you beare vnto my daughters: bria. 
And think your felues as welcome to King Zeir, 
As euer Pr.yams children xvere to him. 
Coin. My gracious Lord, and father too, I hope, 
Pardon, for that I ruade no greater hate : 
But were my horfe as fwift as was my will, 
I long ere this had feene your Maiey. 
Cam. No other fcufe of abfence can I frame, 


and bis tbree daugbters. 
Then what my brother hath inform'd your Grace : 
For our vndeferued welcome, we do vowe, 
Perpetually to ret at your commaund. 
Corn. But you, fweet Loue, illu/rious Gonoriff, 
The Regent, and the Soueraigne of my foule, 
Is Cornvoal/welcome to your Excellency ? 
Çon. As welcome, as Leander was to t-[em, 
Or braue teneas to the Carthage 0eene : 
So and more welcome is your Grace to me. 
Cam. O, may my fortune lroue no worfe then his, 
Since heauens do know, my xancy is as much. 
Deare Ragan, fay, if welcome vnto thee, 
Ail welcomes elle will little comfort me. 
Rag. As gold is welcome to the couetous eye, 
_As tleepe is welcome to the Traueller, 
As is frefh water to fea-beaten men, 
Or moyftned fhowres vnto the parched ground, 
Or any thing more welcomer then this, 
So and more welcome louely 3lorgan is. 
Leir. What refteth then, but that we confummate, 
The celebration of thefe nuptiall Rites ? 
My Kingdome I do equally deuide. 
Princes, draw lots, and take your chaunce as falles. 
Then tkef dra lots. 
Thefe I refigne as freely vnto you, 
As earft by true fucceffion they were mine. 
And here I do freely difpoftêflë my felfe, 
And make you two my true adopted heyres: 
My felfe will foiorne with my forme of Cornwall, 
And take me to my prayers and my beades. 
I know, my daughter Ragan will be forry, 
Becaufe I do hot fpend my dayes with her: 
Would I were able to be with both at once; 
They are the kindeft Gyrles in Chriftendome. 
Per. I haue bin fdent all this while, my Lord, 
To fee if any worthyer then my felfe, 
Would once haue fpoke in poore Cordellaes caufe: 
But loue or feare tyes fdence to their toungs. 
C Oh, 

4 o 


Tke Hiflory of Ifing Leir 
Oh, heare me fpeake for her, my gracious Lord, 
Whofe deeds haue hOt deferu'd this ruthletTe doome, 
_As thus to disinherit her of all. 
Leir. Vrge this no more, and if thou loue thy lire: 
fro I fay, fhe is no daughter, that doth fcorne 
To tell her father how flqe loueth him. 
Who euer fpeaketh hereof to mee agayne, 
I will efteeme him for my mortall tbe. 
Corne, let vs in, to celebrate with ioy, 
OEhe happy Nuptialls of" thefe louely payres. 
xeunt otaries, manet Perillus. 
Per. Ah, who fo blind, as they that will hOt £ee 
The neere approch of their owne mifery ? 
Poore Lady, I extremely pitty ber: 
sso And whilet 1 liue, eche drop of my heart blood, 
Will I ffrayne forth, to do her any good. Exit. 
sc. vii VEnter the Gallian King, and 31umford, diuiJèd 
like Pilgrims. 
3Ium. My Lord, how do you brook this Brittifh ayre ? 
King. My Lord ? I told you of this foolifh humour, 
And bound you to the contrary, you know. 
34um. Pardon me for once, my Lord ; I did forget. 
King. My Lord agayne ? then let's haue nothing elle, 
And fo be tane for fpyes, and then tis well. 
sgo 34um. Swounds, I could bite my toung in two for anger : 
For Gods fake name your felfe fome proper naine. 
King. Call me Trefi]lus: Ile call thee Denapoll. 
34um. Might I be ruade the Monarch of the world, 
I could hOt hit vpon thefe names, I fweare. 
King. Then call me I¢ill, ile call thee Iacke. 
34um. Well, be it fo, for I hauewel deferu'd to be cal'd Iack. 
King. Stand clore; for here a Brittith Lady cmeth : VEnter 
-A fayrer creature ne're mine eyes beheld. Cordella. 
Cbrd. This is a day of ioy vnto my fiers, 
e;oo Wherein they both are maried vnto Kings; 
And I, by byrth, as worthy as themfelues, 
-Ara turnd into the world, to feeke my fortune. 
How may I blame the fiche Q.9_eene of Chaunce, 


and bis tbree daugbters. 
That maketh me a patterne ofher power ? 
Ah, poore weake mayd, whofe imbecility 
Is far vnable to indure thefe brunts. 
Oh, father Leir, how dot thou wrong thy child, 
Who alwayes was obedient to thy will! 
But why accule I fortune and my father ? 
No, no, it is the pleafure of my God: 
And I do willingly imbrace the rod. 
/(ing. Itis no GoddetTe; for fhe doth complayne 
On fortune, and th'vnkindnetTe of her father. 
&rd. Thefe colly robes iii fitting my et'tare, 
I will exchange for other meaner habit. 
dCum. Now if I had a Kingdome in my hands, 
I would exchange it for a milkmaids fmock and petycoate, 
That fhe and I might fhift our clothes together. 
Cord. I will betake me to my threed and Needle, 
And earne my liuing with my fingers ends. 
dium. 0 braue ! God willing, thou fhalt haue my cuome, 
By fweet S. Denis, here I fadly fweare, 
For ail the fhirts and night-geare that I weare. 
Cord. I wil] profeftê and vow a maydens lire. 
dium. Thê I prote thou fhalt not haue my cuIt:om. 
King. I can forbeare no longer for to fpeak: 
For if I do, I think my heart will breake. 
d¢um. Sblood, l¢il, I hope youare notinlouewith mySêpfer. 
King. I am in thch a laborinth of loue, 
As that I kno,,w hOt which way to get out. 650 
d¢um. You 1 ne're get out, vnletTe you fir get in. 
King. I prithy racke, crotte not my parlions. 
dium. Prithy ICi'il, to her, and try her patience. 
King. Thou faire creature, whatfoere thou art, 
That euer any mortall eyes beheld, 
Vouchfafe to me, who haue o'reheard thy woes, 
To fhew the caufe of thefe thy lad laments. 
Cor. Ah Pilgrims, what auailes to fhew the caufe, 
When there's no meanes to find a remedy ? 
_King. To vtter griefe, doth eafe a heart o'recharg'd. 64o 
Cor. To touch a fore, doth aggrauate the payne. 
G z l(ing. The 



Tbe Hiflor.y of tfing Leir 
,KinÆ. The/]lly moule, by vertue of her teeth, 
Releaf d the princely Lyon from the net., 
Cor. Kind Palmer, which fo much defir  to heare 
The tragick tale of my vnhappy youth: 
Know this in biiefe, I ara the haplefiê daughter 
Of Zeir, fometimes King of Brittany. 
](ing. Why, who debarres his honourable age, 
From being fill the King of Brittany ? 
C'or. None, but himfelfe hath difpoflè himfilfe, 
_And giuen ail his Kingdome to the Kings 
Of Cornwall and of Cambria, with my ïfieis. 
I3"ng. Hath he giuen nothing to your louely felfe ? 
Cor. He lou'd me not,& therfore gaue me nothing, 
Only becaufe I could not flatter him: 
And in this day of tryumih to my fifieis, 
Dot Fortune tryumph in my ouerthrow. 
Iïng. Sweet Lady, fay there fhould come a King, 
_As good as eyther of your tïfiers husbands, 
To craue your loue, would you accept of him ? 
Cor. Oh, doe hOt mocke with thofe in mifery, 
Nor do not think, though fortune haue the power, 
To fpoyle mine honour, and debafe my/ate, 
That fhe hath any interefi in my mind: 
For if the greatetl: Monarch on the earth, 
Should fie to me in this extremity, 
Exceit my heart could loue, and heart could like, 
Better then any that I euer faw, 
His great effare no more fhould moue my mind, 
Then mountaynes moue by blafi of euery wind. 
KiÆg. Think not, fweet Nymph, tis holy Palmers guife, 
To grieued foules frefh torments to deuife : 
Therefore in witneffe of my true intent, 
Let heauen and earth beare record of my words : 
There is a young and luil:y Gallian King, 
So like to me, as I am to my felfe, 
That earnefily doth craue to haue thy loue, 
_And ioyne with thee in tZ),ms facred bonds. 
Cor. The like to thee did ne re thefe eyes behold ; 


and lois three daughters. 
Oh liue to adde new torments to my griefe : 
rhy didt thou thus intrap me vnawares ? 
_Ah Palmer, my eate doth hot befit 
_A kingly mariage, as the cale now/ands. 
Whilome when as I liu'd in honours height, 
A Prince perhaps might poR-ulate my loue: 
Now mifery, dithonour and difgrace, 
Hath light on me, and quite reuert the cale. 
Thy King will hold thee wife, ifthou furceatê 
The fute, whereas no dowry will inie. 
Then be aduifed, Palmer, what to do: 
Geafe for thy King, feeke for thy felfe to woo. 
King. Your birth's too high for any, but a King. 
Cor My mind is low ynough to loue a Palmer, 
Rather then any King vpon the earth. 
IGng. O, but you neuer can indure their life, 
Which is fo raight and full of penury. 
Cor 0 yes, I can, and happy if I might: 
Ile hold thy Palmers tatTe within my hand, 
_And thinke it is the Scepter of a Q.qeene. 
Sometime ile let thy Bonnet on my head, 
And thinke I weare a rich imperial/Crowne. 
Sometime ile helpe thee in thy holy prayers, 
_And thinke I am with thee in Paradife. 
Thus ile mock fortune, as fhe mocketh me, 
And neuer will my louely choyce repent: 
For hauing thee, I thall haue aH content. 
King. 'Twere fin to hold ber longer in fufpence, 
Since that my foule hath vow'd the thall be mine. 
-Ah, deare Cordel]a, cordiall to my heart, 
I ara no Palmer, as I feeme to be, 
But hither corne in this vnknowne difguife, 
To view th'admired beauty of thofe eyes. 
I ara the King of Gallia, gentle mayd, 
(Although thus flenderly accompanied) 
And yet thy vaffayle by imperious Loue, 
-And fvorne to ferue thee euerlaingly. 
r. What e're you be, of high or low difcent, 
C  All's 





T]e Hifior.y of tfing Leir 
All's one to me, I do requef but this: 
That as I ara, you will accept of me, 
And I will haue you whatfoe're you be: 
Yet well I know, you corne of royall race, 
I tèe fuch fparks of honour in your face: 
Afum. Haue Palmers weeds fuch power to win fayre Ladies ? 
Fayth, then I hope the next that falles is myne: 
Vpon condition I no worfe might fpeed, 
I would for euer weare a Palmers weed. 
I like an hond and playne dealing wench, 
That fweares (without exceptions) I will haue you. 
Thefe foppets, that know not whether to loue a man or no, ex- 
73o cept they fir go aske their mothers leaue, by this hand, I hate 
them ten tymes worfe then poyfon. 
]Cing. What reeth then out happineflê to procure ? 
Afum. Fayth, go to Church, to make the matter fure. 
l(ing. It thall be fo, becaufe the world thaI1 fay, 
King eirs three daughters were wedded in one day: 
The celebration of this happy chaunce, 
We will deferre, vntill we corne to Fraunce. 
Mure. I like the wooing, that's hOt long a doing. 
Well, for ber fake, I know what I know: 
74o Ile neuer marry while I liue, 
Except I haue one of thefe Brittith Ladyes, 
My humour is alienated from the mayds of Fraunce. Fxeunt. 
2nter Peri/]us filus. 
Per. The King hath difpotTe himfelfe of all, 
Thofe to aduaunce, which fcarce will giue him thanks: 
I-Ils younge daughter he bath turnd away, 
/knd no man knowes what is become of ber. 
He foiournes now in Cornwall with the elde, 
Who flattred him, vntill fhe did obtayne 
7Io That at his hands, which now fhe doth potTeffè : 
/knd now fhe fees hee hath no more to giue, 
It grieues ber heart to fee her father liue. 
Oh, whom fhould man tru in this wicked age, 
When children thus againPc their parents rage ? 
But he, the myrrour of mild patience, 

and kii tkree daugkters. 
Puts vp ail wrongs, and neuer giues reply : 
Yet flaames flae not in mot opprobrious fort, 
To call him foole and doterd to his face, 
-And rets ber Parafites of purpoçe oft, 
In fcoffing wife to offer him difgrace. 
Oh yron age! 0 times ! 0 mon[rous, vilde, 
When parents are contemned of the child ! 
His penfion fhe hath halle retrain'd from him, 
-And will, e're long, the other halle, I feare: 
For fhe thinks nothing is betowde in vayne, 
But that which doth her fathers lire maintayne. 
Trut not alliance; but trut trangers rather, 
Since daughters proue difloyall to the father. 
Well, I will counfell him the bet I can: 
Would I were able to redrefçe his wrong. 
Yet what I can, vnto my vtmot power, 
He fhall be fure of to the latet houre. Exit. 
)Enter Çonorill and Skalliger. 
Gon. I prithy, Skalliger, tell me what thou think: 
Could any woman of our dignity 
Endure fuch quips and peremory taunts, 
_As I do daily ri'oto my doting father ? 
Doth't not ful:fice that I him keepe of almes, 
Who is not able for to keepe himfelfe ? 
But as if he were our better, he flaould thinke 
To check and fnap me vp at euery word. 
I cannot make me a new fafhioned gowne, 
-And let it forth with more then common co; 
But his old doting doltifh withered wit, 
Is fure to giue a èncelelTe check for it. 
I cannot make a banquet extraordinary, 
To grace my felfe, and fpread my naine abroad, 
But he, old foole, is captious by and by, 
-And fayth, the cot would well fuffice for twice. 
Iudge then, I pray, what reafon i, that I 
Should tand alone charg'd with his vaine expence, 
-And that my titrer Ragan fhould go free, 
To whom he gaue as much, as vnto me ? 
C _ I prithy, 




79 ° 

Tbe Hiflory of Eing Leir 
I prithy, Ska]liger, tel/me, if" thou know, 
By any meanes to rid me of'this woe. 
Skal. Your many fauours fill bettowde on me, 
Binde me in duty to aduiçe your Grace, 
How you may foonet remedy this iii. 
The large allowance which he hath from you, 
8oo Is that which makes him fo forget himfelfe: 
Therefore abbridge it halle, and you fhall fee, 
That hauing leffè, he will more thankfull be: 
For why, abundance maketh vs forger 
The fountaynes whence the benefits do çpring. 
60n. Well, Skalliger, for thy kynd aduice herein, 
I will not be vngratefull, if I liue: 
I haue rerrayned halle lais portion already, 
And I will prefently re[rayne the other, 
That hauing no meanes to releeue himfelfe, 
87o He may go feeke elfewhere for better helpe. wit. 
Skal. Go, viperous woman, fhame to all thy fexe- 
The heauens, no doubt, will punifh thee fbr this: 
And me a villayne, that to curry fauour, 
Haue giuen the daughter counfell 'gainer the father. 
But vs the world doth this experience giue, 
That he that cannot flatter, cannot liue. xit. 
sc. 4. tnter King of Cornwall, Leir, Perillus _y Nobles. 
Corn. Father, what ayleth you to be fo lad ? 
Me thinks, you frollike hot as you were wont. 
8zo Leir. The neerer we do grow vnto our graues, 
The leffe we do delight in worldly ioyes. 
Corn. But if a man can frame himfelfe to myrth, 
Itis a meane for to prolong his lire. 
Zeir. Then welcome forrow, Zeirs only friend, 
Who doth defire his troubled dayes had end. 
Corn. Comfort your çelfe, father, here cornes your daughter, 
Who much will grieue, I kuow, to fee you lad. Enter 
Leir. But more doth grieue, I feare, to fee me liue. Gonori]L 
Corn. My Gonorill, you corne in wifhed time, 
830 To put your father from thefe penfiue dum,ps. 
In fayth, I feare that all things go not wett. 
Gon. What, 

and his three daughters. 
gn. What, do you feare, that I haue angred hi:n ? 
Hath he complaynd of me vnto my Lord ? 
Ile prouide him a piece of bread and cheefe; 
For in a time heele practife nothing elçe, 
Then carry tales from one vnto another. 
Tis ail his practife for to kindle ttrife, 
'Twixt you, my Lord, and me your louing wife: 
But I will take an order, if I can, 
To ceafe th'effect, where firPc the caufe began. 840 
Corn. Sweet, be not angry in a partiall caufe, 
He ne're complaynd of thee in ail his life. 
Father, you mu9c not weygh a womans words. 
eir. Alas, not I : poore foule, fhe breeds yong bones, 
_And that is it makes her fo tutchy fure. 
Con. What, breeds young bones already ! you will make 
_An honef woman of me then, belike. 
O vild olde wretch! who euer heard the like, 
That feeketh thus his owne child to defame ? 
Corn. I cannot fay to heare this difcord round. Exit. 8Io 
Con. For any one that loues your company, 
You may go pack, and feeke fome other place, 
To fowe the feed of difcord and difgrace. Exit. 
Leir. Thus, çay or do the bePc that e're I can, 
Tis wre9ced fraight into another fence. 
This puni9nment my heauy finnes deferue, 
_And more then this ten thoufand thoufand times: 
lglfe aged Leh" them could neuer find 
Cruell to him, to whom he hath bin kind. 
Why do I ouer-liue my felfe, to fee 860 
The courçe of nature quite reuer9c in me ? 
_Ah, gentle Death, if euer any wight 
Did wifh thy prefence with a perfit zeale : 
Then corne, Ipray thee, euen with ail my heart, 
_And end my forrowes with thy fatall dart. 
Per. Ah, do not ço diçconfolate your felfe, 
Nor dew your aged cheeks with watting teares. 
Ldr. What man art thou that take any pity 
Vpon the worthleflè tate of old Leir? 
D Per. 0ne, 

Tbe Hiflory of tfing Leir 
8o Per. One, who doth beare as great a tlaare of griefe, 
As if it were my dearef fathers cafe. 
Leir. Ah, good my friend, how iii art thou aduifde, 
For to confort with miferable men: 
Go Iearne to flatter, where thou may in time 
Get fauour 'mongft the mighty, and fo clyme: 
For now I ara fo poore and full of want, 
As that I ne're can recompence thy loue. 
Per. What's got by flattery, doth not long indure ; 
And men in fauour liue hOt mo fecure. 
880 My confcience tels me, if I flaould forfake you, 
I were the hatefulft excrement on the earth : 
Which well do know, in courre of former time, 
How good my Lord hath bin to me and mine. 
Leir. Did I ere rayfe thee higher then the reft 
Of all thy ancetors which were before ? 
Per. I ne're did feeke it; but by your good Grace, 
I ill inioyed my owne with quietneffe. 
Leir. Did I ere giue thee liuing, to increafe 
The due reuennues which thy father left ? 
890 Per. I had ynough, my Lord, and hauing that, 
What tlaould you need to giue me any more ? 
Leir. Oh, did I euer difpoffetFe my felfe, 
And giue thee halle my Kingdome in good wilI ? 
Per. Alas, my Lord, there were no reafon, why 
You fhould haue fuch a thought, to giue it me. 
Leir. Nay, if thou talke of reafon, then be mute; 
For with good reafon I can thee confiate. 
If they, which firft by natures facred law, 
Do owe to me the tribute of their liues; 
900 If they to whom I alwayes haue bin kinde, 
And bountifull beyond comparifon ; 
If they, for whom I haue vn done my felfe, 
And brought my age vnto this extreme want, 
Do now reiect, contemne, defpife, abhor me, 
What reafon moueth thee to forrow for me ? 
Per. Where reafon fayles, let teares confirme my loue, 
And fpeake how much your pafsions do me moue. 

and bis tbree daugbters. 
Ah, good my Lord, condemne hot all for one : 
You haue two daughters left, to whom I know 
You fhall be welcome, if you pleafe to go. 
Ldr. Oh, how thy words adde forrow to my foule, 
To thinke of my vnkindneflê to Corde/la ! 
Whom caufeleflê I did difpoflêtTe of ail, 
Vpon th'vnkind fuggeflrions of ber fifers : 
And for her fake, I thinke this heauy doome 
Is faine on me, and hot without defert : 
Yet vnto Ragan was I alwayes kinde, 
And gaue to her the haife of all I had: 
It may be, if I fhould to her repayre, 
She would be kinder, and intreat me fayre. 
/er. No doubt flae would, & practife ere't be long, 
By force of Armes for to redreflè your wrong. 
Leir. Well, rince thou doefr aduife me for to go, 
I am refolu'd to try the worf of wo. Exeunt. 
Enter Ragan folus. 
Rag. How may I bleffe the howre of my natiuky, 
Which bodeth vnto me fuch happy Starres ! 
How may I thank kind fortune, that vouchfafes 
To all my actions, fuch defir'd euent ! 
I rule the King of Cambria as I pleafe " 
The States are ail obedient to my will; 
And looke what ere I fay, it fhall be fo; 
Not any one, that dareth anfwere no. 
My elde filmer liues in royall fate, 
And wanteth nothing fitting ber degree : 
Yet bath fhe fuch a cooling card withai1, 
As that ber hony fauoureth much of gall. 
My father with her is quarter-mafer ftill, 
And many times refraynes ber of her will: 
But if he were with me, and feru'd me fo, 
Ide rend him packing fome where elle to go. 
Ide entertayne him with fuch flender coft, 
That he fhould quickly wifh to change his hofL Exit. 
Enter Cornwall, Çonorill, and attendants. 
Corn. Ah, Gonorill, what dire vnhappy chaunce 
D ,- Hath 



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Sc. rii 

Tbe Hiflor.y of lfing Leir 
Hath fequel°cred thy father from our prefence, 
That no report can yet be heard of him ? 
Some great vnkindneflë hath bin otTred him, 
Exceeding far the bounds of patience: 
9ço Elle ail the world fhall neuer me perfxvade, 
He would foriàke vs without notice made. 
Gon. Alas, my Lord, whom doth it touch fo neere, 
Or who bath interelt in this gricfe, but I, 
Whom forrow had brought to her longe home, 
But that I k now his qualities fo well ? 
I know, he is but folne vpon my fer 
At vnawares, to fee her how fhe fares, 
_And fpend a little rime with her, to note 
How ail things goe, and how fhe likes her choyce" 
96o _And when occafion ferues, heele fteale from ber, 
_And vnaxvares returne to vs agayne. 
Therefore, my Lord, be frolick, and refolue 
To fee my father here agayne e're long. 
Corn. I hope fo too ; but yet tobe more fure, 
Ile fend a Porte immediately to know 
Whether he be arriued there or no. Exit. 
Çon. But I wiil intercept the Meflënger, 
_And temper him before he doth depart, 
With fweet perfwafions, and with round rewards, 
970 That his report fhall ratify my fpeech, 
And make my Lord ceafe further to inquire. 
If he be hot gone to my fiers Court, 
_As fure my mind prefageth that he is, 
He happely may, by trauelling vnknowne wayes, 
Fall ficke, and as a common patTenger, 
Be dead and buried : would God it were fo well ; 
For then there were no more to do, but this, 
He went away, and none knowes where he is. 
But fay he be in Cambria with the King, 
98o And there exclayme agaimOc me, as he will: 
I know he is as welcome to my filmer, 
_As water is into a broken fhip. 
Well, after him Ile rend tCh thunderclaps 


and kis tkree daugkters. 
Of flaunder, fcandall, and inuented tales, 
That ail the blame fhall be remou'd from me, 
nd vnperceiu'd rebound vpon himfelfe. 
Thus with one nayle anothér Ile expell, 
nd make the world iudge, that I vfde him well. 
Enter the 3lefenger thatjbould g-o to Cambria, 
witb aletter in his hand. 99 ° 
Gon. My honet friend, whither away fo fat 
3/er. To (3ambria, Madam, with letters fro the king. 
Gon. '-Fo whom ? 
3//é. Vnto your father, if he be there. 
Gn. Let me fee them. She opens them. 
3/e. Madam, I hope your Grace will hand 
Betweene me and my neck-verfe, if I be 
(3alld in,queftion, for opening the Kings letters. 
Gon. Twas I that opened them, it was hot thou. 
3/er. I, but you need not care: and fo mut I, ooo 
A hanfome man, be quickly trut vp, 
And when a man's hand'd, all the world cannot faue him. 
Gon. He that hangs thee, were better hand his father, 
Or that but hurts thee in the leat degree. 
I tell thee, we make great account of thee. 
3/er. I am o're-ioy'd, I furfet of fweet words: 
Kind Qeene, had I a hundred liues, I would 
Spend ninety nyne of them for you, for that word. 
Gon. I, but thou would keepe one lire ftill, 
And that's as many as thou art like to haue. 
Méf That one lire is hOt too deare for my good Qeene; this 
fword, this buckler, this head, this heart, thefe hands, armes, 
legs, tripes, bowels, and ail the members elle whatfoeuer, are at 
your difpofe; vfe me, tru me, commaund me: ifI fayle in any 
thing, tye me to a dung cart, and make a Scauengers horfe of 
me, and whip me, fo longas I haue any skin on my back. 
Gon. In token of further imployment, take that. 
Flings bim a purfe. 
• Mer. A trong Bond, a firme Obligation, good in law, good 
In law: ifI keel " hOt thecondition, letmynecke be the forfey- ozo 
ture of my negligence. 
D 3 Gon. I 




Tbe Hiflor.y of tfing Leir 
Gon. I like thee well, thou haL a good toung. 
3/er. And as bad a toung ifit be fer on it, as any OyLerwif'e 
at Billinfgate bath: why, I haue ruade many ofmy neighbours 
forfake their houtès with rayling vpon them, and go dwell elle 
where ; and fo by my meanes houles haue bin good cheape in 
our parifh: My toung being well whetted with choller, is more 
tharpe then a Razer of Palerno. 
Gon. O, thou art a fit man for my purpofe. 
3/er. Commend me hot, fweet Q._eene, before you try me. 
/ts my deferts are, fo do think of me. 
Gon. Well fayd, then this is thy tryall : InLead ofcarrying 
the Kings letters to my father, carry thou thefe letters to my 
filer, which, contayne matter quite contrary to the other: there 
fhal fhe be gluen to vnderftand, that my f'ather bath detracted 
ber, giuen out flaundrous fpeaches againft ber; and that hee 
bath mol intollerably abufed me, let my Lord and me at va- 
fiance, and made mutinyes amongft the commons. 
"rhefe things (although it be not fo) 
Yet thou muL affirme them to be true, 
With othes and proteLations as will ferue, 
• fo driue my filer out of loue with him, 
/tnd caufe my will accomplifhed to be. 
This do, thou winL my fauour for euer, 
And makeft a hye way of preferment to thee 
And ail thy f'riends. 
3/e. h fufficeth, conceyt it is alreacly done: 
I will fo toung-whip him, that I will 
Leaue him as bare of credit, as a Poulter 
Leaues a Cony, when fhe pulls off his skin. 
Gon. Yet there is a further matter. 
3/ef. I thir to heare it. 
Gon. If my filer thinketh conuenient, as my letters 
importeth, to make him away, bal thou the heart to 
effect it ? 
3/e. Few words are bel in fo fmall a matter : 
Thefe are but trifles. By this booke I will. 
kio[fe the paper. 
Gon. About 

and bis tbree daugbters. 
G'on. About it prefently, I long till it be done. 
3/e./." I fly, I fly. Exeunt. 
Enter Cordella folus. 
I haue bin ouer-negligent to day, 
In going to the Temple of my God, 
To tender thanks for al/his benefits, 
Which he miraculoufiy bath betowed on me, 
In rayfing me out of my meane efiate, 
When as I was deuoyd of worldly friends, 
And placing me in fuch a fweet content, 
_As far exceeds the reach of my deferts. 
My kingly husband, myrrour of his time, 
For zeale, for iu[ice, kindneoEe, and for care 
To God, his thbiects, me, and Common weale, 
By his appoyntment was ordayned for me. 
I cannot with the thing that I do want; 
I cannot want the thing but I may haue, 
Saue only this which I fhall ne're obtayne, 
My fathers loue, oh this I ne're fhai1 gayne. 
I would abayne ri'oto any nutryment, 
And pyne my body to the very bones: 
Bare fbote I would on pilgrimage fer forth 
Vnto the furthet quarters of the earth, 
And ail my lire rime would I fackcloth weare, 
And mourning-wife powre du/ vpon my head: 
So he but to forgiue me once would pleafe, 
That his grey haires might go to heauen in peace. 
And yet I know hot how I him offended, 
Or wherein iutly I haue deferued blame. 
Oh fiters ! you are much to blame in this, 
h was hot he, but you that did me wrong. 
Yet God forgiue both him, and you and me, 
Euen as I doe in perfit charity. 
I will to Church, and pray vnto my Sauiour, 
That ere I dye, I may obtayne his fauour. Exit. 
zE.nter. Leir and Periffus fla ntloE. 
Per. Ret on me, my Lord, and tay your felfe, 
The way feemes tedious to your aged lymmes. 
D  Lei: Nay, 

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Tbe HijTory o/Ein Leir 
Leir. Nay, re on me, kind frlend, and ay thy felfe, 
Thou art as old as I, but more kind. 
Per. Ah, good my Lord, it ill befits, that I 
Should leane vpon the perron of a King. 
Leir. But it fits worfe, that I fhould bring thee forth, 
That had no caufe to corne along with me, 
Through thefe vncouth paths, and tirefull wayes, 
And neuer eafe thy faynting limmes a whit. 
Thou ha left all, I, all to corne with me, 
And I, for all, haue nought to guerdon thee. 
. Per. Ceafe, good my Lord, to aggrauate my woes, 
With thefe kind words, which cuts my heart in two, 
To think your will fhould want the power to do. 
Zeir. Ceafe, good Perillus, for to call me Lord, 
And think me but the fhaddow of my felfe. 
Per. That honourable title will I giue, 
Vnto my Lord, fo long as I do liue. 
Oh, be of comfort ; for I fee the place 
Whereas your daughter keeps ber refidence. 
And loe, in happy time the Cambrian Prince 
Is here arriu'd, to gratify our comming. 
Enter tbe PHnce of Cambria, Ragan and 2Vobles : looke 
vpon tbem, and.wbiJ)r tog-etber. 
Zeir. Were I be fpeak, or fit me downe and dye ? 
I ara afham'd to tell this heauy tale. 
Per. Then let me tell it, if you pleafe, my Lord: 
Tis fhame for them that were the caufe thereof. 
Cam. What two old men are thofe that tèeme fo fad ? 
Me thinks, I fhould remember well their lookes. 
Rag. No, I miCtake not, fure it is my father : 
I mutt: diffemble kindneflê now @force. 
She runnetb to bim, and kneeles downe, fa),ing : 
Father, I bid you welcome, full of griefe, 
To fee your Grace vfde thus vnworthily, 
And ill befitting for your reuerend age, 
To corne on foot a iourney fo indurable. 
Oh, what difater chaunce hath bin the caufe, 
To make your cheeks fo hollow, fpare and leane ? 


and bis tbree daugbters. 
He cannot fpeake for weeping : for Gods loue, corne. 
Let vs refrefh him with fome needfull things, 
And at more leyfure we may better know, 
Whence fprings the gro, und of this vrdookt for wo. 
C'ara. Corne, father, e re we any further talke, 
You thall refrefh you af'ter this weary walk. Exeunt, marier x x4o 
Rag. Comes he to me with finger in the eye, Ragan. 
To tell a tale againR my tirer here ? 
Whom I do know, he greatly hath abufde : 
And now like a contentious crafty wretch, 
He firR begins for to complayne himfelfe, 
When as himfelfe is in the greateR fault. 
Ile not be partiall in my fit[ets cautè, 
Nor yet beleeue his doting vayne re orts" 
Who for a trifle (fafely) I date fay, P 
Vpon a fpleene is Rolen thence away : xo 
And here (forfooth) he hopeth to haue harbour, 
And to be moan'd and ruade on like a child : 
But ere't be long, his comming he flaall curfe, 
And truely fay, he came from bad to worfe" 
Yet wiH I make fayre weather, to procure 
Conuenient meanes, and then ile Pcrike it £ure. Exit. 
nter 3leJf enger filus, sc. v 
_Me.ff. Now happily I am arriued here, 
Before the ftately Palace of the Cambrian King: 
If Leir be here fafe-feated, and in reR, 6o 
To rowfe him from it I will do my beL. Enter Ragan. 
Now bags of gold, your vertue is (no doubt) 
To make me in my meflâge bold and Rout. 
The King of heauen preferue your MaieRy. 
And tênd your Highneflê euerlaRing raigne. 
Ra. Thanks, good my friend; but what imports thy melTage ? 
3/er. Kind greetings ri'oto the Cornwall Qp, eene : 
The refidue thefe letters will declare. 
She opens the letters. 
Rag. How fares our royall fer ? II7o 
.Mbf I did leaue ber at my parting, in good health. 
Sloe reads the letter, fro.wnes and flamps. 
E See 





Tke Hiflory of Ifing Leir 
See how ber colour cornes and goes agayne, 
Now red as fcarlet, now as pale as ail: 
She how ile knits her brow, and bytes ber lips, 
And ttamps, and makes a dumbe ilew of difdayne, 
Mixt with reuenge, and violent extreames. 
Here will be more worke and more crownes for me. 
Rag. Mas, poore foule, and hath he vfde ber thus ? 
_And is he now corne hither, with intent 
To fer diuorce betwixt my Lord and me ? 
Doth he giue out, that he doth heare report, 
That I do rule my husband as I litk, 
_And therefore meanes to alter fo the cale, 
That I ilall know my Lord to be my head ? 
Well, it were bePc for him to take good heed, 
Or I will make him hop without a head, 
For his prefumption, dottard that he is. 
In Cornwall he hath made fuch mutinies, 
FirPc, fetting of the King againPc the Qeene ; 
Then Pdrring vp the Commons 'gainft the King; 
That had he there continued any longer, 
He had bin call'd in quePdon for his fact. 
So vpon that occarion thence he fled, 
And cornes thus flily Pcealing vnto vs: 
And now already rince his comming hither, 
My Lord and he are growne in fuch a league, 
That I can haue no conference with his (/race: 
I feare, he doth already intimate 
Some forged cauillations 'gainft my frate : 
Tis therefore bePc to cut him off in rime, 
LePc flaunderous rumours once abroad difperfl:, 
Itis too late for them tobe reuerPc. 
Friend, as the tennour of thefe letters fhewes, 
My fiPcer purs great confidence in thee. 
Me/." She neuer yet committed truft to me, 
But that (I hope) fhe round me alwayes faythfull : 
So will I be to any friend of hers, 
That hath occatïon to imploy my helpe. 
/?ag. Haft thou the heart to act a fratagem, 

and bis tbree daugbters. 
And giue a abbe or two, if need require ? 
gT/ef. I haue a heart compact of Adamant, 
Which neuer knew what melting pitty meant. 
I weigh no more the murdring of a man, 
Then I refpect the cracking of a Flea, 
When I doe catch her byting on my skin. 
If you will haue your husband or your father, 
Or both of them lent to another world, 
Do but commaund me doo't, it fhall be done. 
Rag. It is ynough, we make no doubt ofthee: 
Meet vs to morrow here, at nyne a clock: 
Meane while, farewell, and drink that for my fake. Exit. 
¢r/eJ." I, this is it will make me do the deed: 
Oh, had I euery day fuch cufiomers, 
This were the gaineful trade in Chriendome ! 
_A_ purfe of gold giu'n for a paltry tabbe ! 
Why, heres a wench that longs to haue a fiabbe. 
Wel, I could giue it her, and ne're hurt her neither. 
Enter the Ga/lian Ailg, and Corde/la. s,. 
1(ing. When will thefe clouds of forrow once difperfe, I/.30 
And fmiling ioy tryumph vpon thy brow ? 
When will this Scene of fadneffe haue an end, 
And pleafant acts infue, to moue ddight ? 
When will my louely Qeene ceafe to lament, 
_And take fome comfort to her grieued thoughts ? 
If of thy felfe thou daigntt to haue no care, 
Yet pitty me, whom thy griefe makes defpayre. 
Cor. 0, grieue hOt you, my Lord, you haue no caufe ; 
Let hot my parlions moue your mind a whit: 
For I am bound by nature, to lament I z4o 
For lais ill will, that lire to me fir lent. 
If fo the ocke be dryed with difdayne, 
Withered and fere the branch muf needes remaine. 
King. But thou art now graft in another ock; 
I am the ock, and thou the louely branch : 
_And from my root continuall fap fhall flow, 
To make thee flourifh with perpetuall fpring. 
Forger thy father and thy kindred now, 
E z Since 




Tke Hiflor.y of lfing Leir 
Since they forfake thee like inhumane beaftes, 
Thinke they are dead, rince ail their kindneffe dyes, 
And bury them, where black obliuion lyes. 
Think not thou art the daughter of old Leir, 
Who did vnkindly dîsinherlt thee: 
But think thou art the noble Gallian Qeene, 
And wife to him that dearely loueth thee: 
Embrace the ioyes that prefent with thee dwell, 
Let forrow packe and bide ber felfe in hell. 
Co'd. Not that I mitTe my country or my kinne, 
My old acquaintance or my ancient friends, 
Doth any whit ditemperate my mynd, 
Knowing you, which are more deare to me, 
Then Country, kin, and ail things els can be. 
Yet pardon me, my gracious Lord, in this: 
For what can op the courre of natures power ? 
As eafy is it for foure-footed beats, 
To fltay themfelues vpon the liquid ayre, 
And mount a/oft into the element, 
And ouerrip the feathered Fowles in flight- 
As eafy is it for the flimy Fifh, 
To liue and thriue without the helpe of water : 
As eafy is it for the Blackamoore, 
To wafh the tawny colour from his skin, 
Which ail oppofe again the courre of nature, 
As I ara able to forget my father. 
King,. Myrrour of vertue, Phoenix of our age! 
Too kind a daughter for an vnkind father, 
Be of good comfort; for I will difpatch 
Ambaflàdors immediately for Brittayne, 
Vnto the King of Cornwalls Court, whereas 
Your father keepeth now his retïdence, 
And in the kindet maner him intreat, 
That fetting former grieuances apart, 
He will be pleafde to corne and vifit vs. 
If no intreaty will fuffice the turne, 
Ile otTer him the halle of ail my Crowne: 
If that moues hot, weele furnifh out a Fleet, 


and kis three daugbters. 
And fayle to Cornwall for to vitït him; 
And there you fhall be firmely reconcîlde 
In perfit loue, as earflc you were before. 
Cor. Where toung cannot ful:ficient thanks afford, zgo 
The King of heauen remunerate my Lord. 
King. Only be blithe, and frolick (fweet) with me: 
This and much more ile do to comfort thee. 
Enter Aleffenger folus. 
Me/." It is a world to fee now I am flufh, 
How many friends I purchafe euery where! 
How many feekes to creepe into my fauour, 
-And kiflê their hands, and bend their knees to me! 
No more, here cornes the Q.geene, now thall I know ber mînd, 
-Andhopefortoderiuemorecrownesfromher. Enter'aga. 3oo 
Rag. My friend, I fee thou mind' thy promife well, 
-And art before me here, me thinks, to day. 
A/er. I am a poore man, and it like your (]race; 
But yet I alwayes loue to keepe my word. 
Ra. Wel, keepe thy word with me, & thou fhalt fee, 
That of a poore man I wiI1 make thee rich. 
/)/ér. I long to heare it, it might haue bin dispatcht, 
If you had told me of it yefkernight. 
Ra. It is a thing of right/range confequence, 
And well I cannot vtter it in words. '3 o 
3/ér. It is more range, that I ara not by this 
Befide my felfe, with longing for to heare it. 
Were it to meet the Deuil] in his denne, 
And try a bout with him for a fcratcht face, 
Ide vndertake it, ifyou would but bid me. 
Ra. Ah, good my friend, that I fhould haue thee do, 
Is fuch a thing, as I do fhame to fpeake; 
Yet it mufle needs be done. 
3/bfi Ile fpeak it for thee, Q.geene: fhall I kill thy father ? 
I know tis that, and if it be fo, fay. A'ag. I. 3 z o 


Why, thats ynough. 
.And yet that is not a_ll. 
What elle ? 
Thou mutt kill that old man that came with him 
E 3 lef. Here 

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Tbe Hiflory of Ifing Leir 
Me.ri'. Here are two hands, for eche of them is one 
'ag. And for eche hand here is a recompence. 
Giue him two purs. 
3/er Oh, that I had ten hands by myracle, 
I cottld teare ten in pieces with rny teeth, 
So in my mouth yould put a purfe of gold. 
But in what maner mu it be effected ? 
Rag. To rnorrow morning ere the breake ofday, 
I by a wyle will rend thern to the thicket, 
That is about fome two myles from the Court, 
And promife them to meet them there my felfe, 
Becaufe I mu haue priuate conference, 
About fome newes I haue receyu'd from Cornwall. 
This is ynough, I know, they will hOt fayle, 
And then be ready for to play thy part : 
Which done, thou may right eafdy efcape, 
And no man once mitru thee for the fact: 
But yet, before thou proçecute the act, 
Shew him the letter, which my £n°ter lent, 
There let him read his owne inditement firfi, 
And then proceed to execution : 
But fee thou faynt not; for they will fpeake fayre. 
_Mer. Could he fpeak words as pleafing as the pipe 
Of_kIercu, which charm'd the hundred eyes 
Of watchthll lrgos, and inforc'd him fleepe: 
Yet here are words fo pleafing to my thoughts, To the pur/e. 
As quite fhall take away the round of his. Exit. 
Rag. About it then, and when thou baffe difpatcht, 
Ile find a meanes to fend thee after him. txit. 
Enter Corn.wall and Gonorill. 
Corn. I wonder that the MetFenger doth f{zay, 
Whom we difpatcht for Cambria fo long rince- 
If that his anfwere do hOt pleafe vs well, 
And he do fhew good reafon for delay, 
Ile teach him how to dally with his King, 
And to detayne vs in fuch long fufpence. 
Gon. My Lord, I thinke the reafon may be this: 
1V[y father meanes to corne along with him; 

and bis tbree daugbters. 
And therefore ris his pleafure he fhall tay, 
For to attend vpon him on the way. 
Corn. It may be fo, and therefore till I know 
The truth thereof, I will fufpend my iudgement. 
_nter Seruant. 
Ser. And't like your Grace, there is an Ambaffàdor 
/krriued from (3allia, and craues admittance to your Maiefy. 
Corn. From Gallia ? what fhould his meffage 37o 
Hither import ? is not your father happely 
Gone thither ? well, whatfoere it be, 
Bid him corne in, he fhall haue audience. 
n ter Imba/f ador. 
What newes from Gallia ? fpeake Ambaffador. 
/m. The noble King and QBeene of Gallia fir falutes, 
By me, their honourable father, my Lord Ldr: 
lqext, they commend them kindly to your Graces, 
As thofe whofe wellfare they intirely wifh. 
Letters I haue to deliuer to my Lord Leir, 38o 
And prefents too, if I might fpeake with him. 
Gon. Ifyou might fpeak with him ? why, do you thinke, 
We are afrayd that you fhould fpeake with him ? 
/m. Pardon me, Madam; for I thinke hOt fo, 
But fay fo only, 'caufe he is not here. 
Coin. Indeed, my friend, vpon fome vrgent caufe, 
He is at this rime abfent from the Court: 
But if a day or two you here repofe, 
Tis very likely you fhall haue him here, 
Or elfe haue certayne notice where he is. 39o 
Gon. Are hOt we worthy to receiue your meflàge ? 
/m. I had in charge to do it to himfelfe. 
Gon. It may be then 'twill not be done in hae. to herjëlfe. 
How doth my fier brooke the ayre of Fraunce ? 
/m. Exceeding well, and neuer ficke one houre, 
Since fir fhe fet ber foot vpon the fhore. 
Gon. I am the more forry. 
/m. I hope, not fo, Madam. 
Gon. Didft thou hOt fay, that fhe was euer ficke, 
Since the firff houre that fhe arriued there ? 4oo 
E 4 m. No, 

Tbe Hiflory of Ifing Leir 
lmb. No, Madam, I fayd quite contrary. 
6"on. Then I mitooke thee. 
Corn. Then file is merry, if flae haue her health. 
.e/m. Oh no, her griefe exceeds, vntill the time, 
That flae be reconcil'd vnto her father. 
6on. God continue it. 
.dru. What, madam ? 
6"0n. Why, her health. 
/m. Amen to that: but God releafe her griefe, 
And rend her àther in a better mind, 
Then to continue alwayes fo vnkind. 
Corn. Ile be a mediator in her caufe, 
And feeke all meanes to expiat his wrath. 
.dru. bladam, I hope your Grace xvill do the like. 
6"on. Should I be a meane to exafperate his wrath 
Againt my titrer, whom I loue fo deare ? no, no. 
/m. To expiate or mittigate his wrath: 
For he bath mifconceyued without a caufe. 
Gon. 0, I, what elfc ? 
/m. Tis pity it flaould be fo, would it were otherwife. 
Gon. It were great pity it thould be otherwife. 
/m. Then how, Madam ? 
Gon. Then that they flaould be reconcilde againe. 
.dru. It flaexves you beare an honourable mind. 
6"0n. It flaewes thy vndertanding to be blind, 
And that thou hadt need of an Interpreter : 
Well, I will know thy meffage ere't be long, 
And find a meane to croffe it, if I can. 
Corn. Corne in, my friend, and frolick in our Court, 
Till certayne notice of my father corne. xeunt. 
nter Zeir and Perillus. 
Per. My Lord, you are vp to day be.fore your houre, 
Tis newes to you to be abroad fo rathe. 
Leir. Tis newes indeed, I am fo extreme heauy, 
That I can fcarcely keepe my eye-lids open. 
Per. And fo am I, but I impute the caufe 
To rifing fooner then we vfe to do. 
Leir. Hither my daughter meanes to come difguif'd : 

Speakes to 

and kis tbree daugbters. 
Ile fit me downe, and read vntill fhe corne. 
Pu//out a booke downe. 
Per. Sheele not be long, I warrant you, my Lord" 
But fay, a couple of thefe they call good fellowes, 
Should ep out of a hedge, and let vpon es, 
We were in good cale for to anfwere them. 
Le/r. 'Twere not for vs to tand vpon our hands. 
Per. I feare, we fcant fhould l'Land vpon our legs. 
But how fhould we do to defend our felues ? 
Leir. Euen pray to God, to blette vs fro their hands: 
For feruent prayer much iii hap withtLands. 
Per. Ile fit and pray with you for company; 
Yet was I ne're fo heauy in my lire. 
They fa//both afleepe. 
Enter ttoe Mêffenger or murtherer witto two 
daggers in lois toands. 
3/eff. Were it hot a mad iet, iftwo or three of my profefsi6 
flaould meet me, and lay me downe in a ditch, and play robbe 
thiefe with me,& perforce take my gold away from me, while[ 
I act this tratagem, and by this meanes the gray beards fhould 
efcape? Fayth, when I were at liberty againe, I would make no 
more to do, but go to the next tree, and there hang my felfe. ,46o 
Sec ttoem and flart. 
But tay, me thinks, my youthes are here already, 
And with pure zeale haue prayed themfelues afleepe. 
I thinke, they know to what intent they came, 
And are prouided for another world. 
t-le takes their bookes awa),. 
Now could I tab them brauely, while they fleepe, 
And in a maner put them to no payne ; 
And doing fo, I thewed them mighty friendthip : 
For feare ofdeath is worfe then death it felfe. 
But that my fweet Q._eene will'd me for to flaew 
"rhis letter to them, ere I did the deed. 
MalTe, they begin to tirre: ile tand atïde 
So fhall I corne vpon them vnawares. 
Tbey wake and ri. 
Leir. I maruell, that my daughter flayes fo long. 
F Per. I 




Tbe Hiflory of Ifing Leir 
Per. I feare, we did mifake the place, my Lord. 
Leir. God graunt we do hot mifcarry in the place: 
I had a fhort nap, but fo full of dread, 
As much amazeth me to think thereof.. 
Per. Feare not, my Lord, dreames are but fantafies, 
_And flight imaginations of the brayne. 
£///éf. Perfwade him fo; but ile make him and you 
Confeflê, that dreames do often proue too true. 
Per. I pray, my Lord, what was the etTect of it ? 
I may go neere to gee what it pretends. 
£///éf. Leaue that to me, I will expound the dreame. 
Leir. Me thought, my daughters, Gonorill & Ragan, 
Stood both before me with £uch grim afpects, 
Eche brandiflaing a Faulchion in their hand, 
Ready to lop a lymme olT where it fell, 
_And in their other hands a naked poynyard, 
Wherwith they tabd me in a hundred places, 
_And to their thinking leE me there for dead: 
But then my youngetl daughter, fayre Corarella, 
Came with a boxe of Balfome in her hand, 
_And powred it into my bleeding wounds, 
By whofe good meanes I was recouered well, 
In perfit health, as earf I was before: 
_And with the feare of this I did awake, 
_And yet for feare my feeble ioynts do quake. 
Méf./le make you quake for fomething prefently. 
Stand, Stand. Tbe), reele. 
£eir. We do, my friend, although with much adoe. 
Me.]7. Ddiuer, deliuer. 
Per. Deliuer vs, good Lord, from fuch as he. 
/bf. You flaould haue prayed before, while it was time, 
_And then perhaps, you might haue fcapt my hands : 
But you, like faithfiall watch-men, fell afleepe, 
The whiltl I came and tooke your Halberds from you. 
She-w their ookes. 
_And now you want your weapons of defence, 
How haue you any hope to be deliuered ? 
This cornes, becaufe you haue no better tay, 


and lais tbree daugbters. 
But fall afleepe, when you fhould watch and pray. 
Leir. My friend, thou lçeem to be a proper man. 
3/er. Sblood, how the old flaue clawes me by the elbow 
He thinks, belike, to fcape by fcraping thus. 
Per. And it may be, are in fome need of money. 
/êf. That to be falfe, behold my euidence, i5,.o 
Sbewes bis pus. 
Ldr. If that I haue will do thee any good, 
I giue it thee, euen with a right good will. Take it. 
Per. Here, take mine too, & wifh with al] my heart, 
To do thee pleatCe, it were twice as much. 
Take his, and we),g-h them both in his banals. 
3/éf Ile none of them, they are too light for me. 
Purs thern in his pocket. 
Zeir. Why then farewell : and if thou haue occafion 
In any thing, to vfe me to the Qeene, 1530 
'Tis like ynough that I can pleafire thee. 
The), pro3¢fer to g oe. 
3/êf Do you heare, do you heare, tir ? 
If I had occafion to vice you to the Qeene, 
Would you do one thing for me I fhould aske 
Zeir. I, any thing that lyes within my poxver. 
Here is my hand vpon it, fo farewell. Pro3¢fer to goe. 
3//êf. " Heare you tir, heare you ? pray, a word with you. 
Me thinks, a comely honetk ancient man 
Should not diflêmble with one for a vantage. 
I know, when I flaall corne to try this geare, 
You wîll recant from ail that you haue fayd. 
39er. Miflrrui[ hOt him, but try him when thou wilt: 
He is her father, therefore may do much. 
3/bf. I know he is, and therefore meane to try him: 
You are his friend too, I mut[ try you both. 
lmbo. Prithy do, prithy do. 39roJfer to go out. 
3/êf Staygray-beards then, and proue men ofyour words : 
The Q.qeene hath tyed me by a folemne orbe, 
Here in this place to fee you both difpatcht: I55o 
lXlow for the tfegard of my confcience, 
Do me the pleafure for to kill your felues : 
F -. So 

Tke Hiflory of Ifing Leir 
So fhail you faue me labour for to do it, 
_And proue your felues true old men of your words. 
_And here I vow in fight of ail the world, 
I ne're will trouble you whilflc I liue agayne. 
Leir. Affright vs not with terrour, good my friend, 
Nor l'trike fuch feare into our aged hearts. 
Play not the Cat, which dallieth with the moule ; 
_And on a fudden maketh her a pray : 
But ifthou art markt for the man ofdeath 
To me and to my Damion, tell me playne, 
That we may be prepared for the l'troke, 
_And make our felues fit for the world to corne. 
Méf. I ara the lal't of any mortail race, 
That ere your eyes are likely to behold, 
_And hither fent of purpofe to this place, 
To giue a finail period to your dayes, 
Which are fo wicked, and haue liued fo long, 
That your owne children feeke to fhort your lire. 
Leir. Cam thou from France, of purpofe to do this ? 
/ef. From France ? zoones, do I looke like a Frenchman ? 
Sure I haue not mine owne face on ; fome body bath chang'd 
faces with me, and I know not ofit: But I ara fure, my apparell 
is ail Englifh. Sirra, what meanel't thou to aske that quetion ? 
I could fpoyle the fafhion ofthis face for anger. A French face! 
Leir. Becaufe my daughter, whom I haue offended, 
And at whofe hands I haue deferu'd as iii, 
As euer any hther did of child, 
Is Qeene of Fraunce, no thanks at ail to me, 
But vnto Goal, who my iniutt:ice fee. 
If it be fo, that fhee doth feeke reuenge, 
As with good reafon fhe may iutHy do, 
I will mol willingly refign.e my lire, 
A facrifice to mittigate her ire: 
I neuer will intreat thee to forgiue, 
Becaufe I am vnworthy for to liue. 
Therefore fpeake foone, & I will foone make fpeed : 
Whether Cordel/a will'd thee do this deed ? 
_Mer AsIam a perfit gentleman, thou fpeakftFrench to me: 
I neuer 

and bis tbree daugbters. 
I neuer heard Cor, tellaes naine belote, 
Nor neuer was in Fraunce in ail my lire" 
I neuer knew thou had a daughter there, 
To whom thou didtl: proue fo vnkind a churle : 
But thy owne toung declarcs that thou ha bin 
/k vyle old wretch, and full of heynous fin. 
Leir. Ah no, my friend, thou art deceyued much: 
For her except, whom I confeflê I wrongd, 
Through doting frenzy, and o're-ielous loue. 
There liues hOt any vnder heauens bright eye, 
That can conuict me of impiety. 
_And therfore fure thou dot mifake the marke: 
For I ara in true peace with ail the world. 
3/er. You are the fitter for the King of heauen : 
And therefore, for to rid thee of thfpence, 
Know thou, the 033eenes of Cambria and Cornwall, 
Thy owne two daughters, Çonorill and Ragan, 
_Appoynted me to mafIàcre thee here. 
Why wouldf thou then perfwade me, that thou art 
In charity with all the world ? but now 
When thy owne itTue hold thee in t2ch hate, 
That they haue hyred me t'abbridge thy rate, 
Oh, fy vpon fuch vyle diffembling breath, 
That would deceyue, euen at the poynt of death. 
Per. _Ara I awake, or is it but a dreame ? 
ef. Feare nothing, man, thou art but in a dreami, 
_And thou fhalt neuer wake vntiil doomes day, 
By then, I hope, thou wilt haue flept ynough. 
Leir. Yet, gentle friend, graunt one thing ere I die. 
34éfl Ile graunt you any thing, exceit your liues. 
Leir. Oh, but are me by fome certayne token, 
That my two daughters hyred thee to this deed- 
If I were once refolu'd of that, then I 
Would wifh no longer lire, but craue to dye. 
3/e_fi. That to be true, in fight of heauen I fweare. 
Leir. Sweare not by heauen, for feare of punifhmêt: 
The heauens are guiltleflê of t%ch haynous acts. ° 
3/eJ." I fweare by earth, the mother of vs ail. 
F  Leir. Sweare 





and bis tbr«e daugbters. 
And carry her her fathers latel bleflïng: 
Withall defire her, that fhe will forgiue me; 
For I haue wrongd her without any caufe. 
Now, Lord, receyue me, for I come to thee, ,6zo 
And dye, I hope, in perfit charity. 
Diçpatch, I pray thee, I haue liued too long. 
A/er. I, but you are vnwiçe, to rend an errand 
By him that neuer meaneth to deliuer it: 
Why, he muL go along with you to heauen: 
It were hot good you fhould go ail alone. 
Leir. No doubt, he fhal, when by the courre of nature, 
He muf furrender vp his due to death: 
But that time fhall hot come, till God permit. 
34er. Nay, prefently, to beare you company. ,680 
I haue a Pat'port for him in my pocket, 
Already feald, and he muf needs ride Pofe. 
Sbe.w a bagge of mone),. 
Zdr. The letter which I read, imports hot fo, 
It ordy toucheth me, no word of him. 
A/e_ffT. I, but the Q.eene commaunds it muf be fo, 
And I am payd for him, as well as you. 
Per. I, who haue borne you company in lire, 
Mof willingly will beare a fhare in death. 
It skilleth not for me, my friend, a whit, x69o 
Nor for a hundred fuch as thou and I. 
3/er. Mary, but it doth, tir, by your leaue; your good dayes 
are pa: though it bee no matter for you, ris a matter for me, 
proper men are not fo rire. 
Per. Oh, but beware, how thou dot lay thy hand 
Vpon the high anoynted of the Lord: 
O, be aduifed ere thou dof begin : 
Difpatch me raight, but meddle not with him. 
Leir. Friend, thy commifsion is to deale with me, 
And I am he that hath deferued all: ,700 
The plot was layd to take away my lire: 
And here it is, I do intreat thee take it: 
Yet for my fake, and as thou art a man, 
Spare this my friend, that hither with me came: 
F 4 I brought 



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I74 ° 

Tbe Hiflor.y of )ïing Leir 
I brought him forth, whereas he had hot bin, 
But for good will to beare me company. 
He left his friends, his country and his goods, 
And came with me in mol extremity. 
Oh, if he flould mifcarry here and dye, 
Who is the caufe of it, but only I ? 
dref. Why that am I, let that ne're trouble thee. 
Leir. 0 no, tis I. O, had I now to giue thee 
The monarchy of ail the fpacious world 
To faue hls lire, I would betow it on thee 
But I haue nothing but thefe teares and prayers, 
_And the fubmifsion of a bended knee. kneele. 
O, if ail this to mercy moue thy mind, 
Spare him, in heauen thou flait like mercy find. 
Méf. I am as hard to be moued as another, and yet 
me thinks the trength of their perfwafions irres me 
a lktle. 
_Per. My friend, if feare of the almighty power 
Haue power to moue thee, we haue fayd ynough: 
But ifthy mind be moueable with gold, 
We haue not prefently to giue it thee: 
Yet to thy felfe thou maytL do greater good, 
To keepe thy hands 11 vndefilde from blood : 
For cio but well confider with thy felfe, 
When thou ha finifht this outraglous act, 
What horrour ill will haunt thee for the deed: 
Think this agayne, that they which would incenfe 
Thee for to be the Butcher of their father, 
When it is done, for feare it fhould be knowne, 
Would make a meanes to rid thee from the world : 
Oh, then art thou for euer tyed in chaynes 
Of euerladng torments to inclure, 
Euen in the hotef hole of grifly hell, 
Such paynes, as neuer mortall toung can tell. 
It thunders. Z-te uakes, and lets fall the Dagger 
next to Perillus. 
Zeir. O, heauens be thanked, he wil fpare my friend. 
Now when thou wilt corne make an end of me. 

and kis tkree daugkters. 
He lets fall t]e ot])er dagger. 
Per. Oh, happy fight! he meanes to faue my Lord. 
The King of heauen continue this good mind. 
Zek: Why fay thou to do execution ? 
3/bf. I am as wilfull as you for your lire: 
I will hot do it, now you do intreat me. 
Per. -Ah, now I fee thou ha fome fparke of grace. 
Me.ff. Befhrew you for it, you haue put it in me: 
The parlofe old men, that ere I heard. 
Well, to be fiat, ile hot meddle with you: 
Here I round you, and here ile leaue you: 
If any aske you why the cale fo trands ? 
Say that your toungs were better then your hands. 
Per. Farewell. If euer we together meet, 
It fhall go hard, but I will thee regreet. 
Courage, my Lord, the worff is ouerpat[; 
Let vs giue thanks to God, and hye vs hence. 
Leir. Thou art deceyued; for I ara paff the bett, 
_And know hot whither for to go from hence : 
Death had bin better welcome vnto me, 
Then longer lire to adde more mifery. 
Per. It were hot good to returne from whence we 
Vnto your daughter Ragan back againe. (came, 
Now let vs go to France, vnto Cordella, 
Your youngeff daughter, doubtleffe the will fuccour you. 
Leir. Oh, how can I perfwade my felfe of that, 
Since the other two are cluite deuoyd of loue; 
To whom I was fo kind, as that my gifts, 
Might make them loue me, if'twere nothing elle ? 
Po: No worldly giffs, but grace from God on hye, 
Doth nourifh vertue and true charity. 
Remember well what words Cordella fpake, 
What time you askt her, how flae lou'd your Grace. 
Se àyd, her loue vnto you was as much, 
As ought a child to beare vnto her father. 
Leir. But flae did find, my loue was hot to her, 
As thould a fàther beare vnto a child. 
Per. That makes hot her loue to be any lef['e, 
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T]e Hiflory of lfing Leir 
If fhe do loue you as a child fhould do: 
You haue tryed two, try one more for my fake, 
Ile ne're intreat you further tryall make. 
Remember well the dream you had of late, 
And thinke what comf3rt it foretels to vs. 
Zei: Corne, truet friend, that euer man potTefi, 
I know thou counfailfi ail things for the bet : 
If this third daughter play a kinder part, 
It cornes of God, and not of my defert. Fxeunt. 
sc. xx tnter the Gallian Imbafsador jlus. 
I79 w/m. There is of late newes corne vnto the Court, 
That old Lord Ze/r remaynes in Cambria : 
Ile hye me thither preçendy, to impart 
My letters and my metTage vnto him. 
I neuer was leffe welcome to a place 
In ail my lire rime, then I haue bin hither, 
Eçpecially vnto the 9cately Qeene, 
Who would not ca9c one gracious looke on me, 
But t"till with lowring and fufpicious eyes, 
,8oo Would take exceptions at each word I fpake, 
And fayne fhe would haue vndermined me, 
To know what my Ambaflàge did import: 
But the is like to hop without her hope, 
.And in this matter for to want her will, 
Though (by report) fheele hau't in ail things elçe. 
Well, I will pote away for Cambria: 
Within thefe few dayes I hope to be there, Exit. 
sc. xxi Enter the King and Queene of Gallia, "(Y 3lumford. 
King. By this, our father vnderfiands our mind, 
s,o And out kind greetings lent to him oflate: 
Therefore my mind prefageth ere't be long, 
We fhall receyue from Brittayne happy newes. 
Cord. I feare, my fifier will diffwade his mind ; 
For fhe to me hath alwayes bin vnkind. 
'ing. Feare hot, my loue, rince that we know the woroE 
The 1art meanes hdpes, if that we mitTe the firft: 
If hee'le hot corne to Gallia vnto vs, 
Then we will fayle to Brittayne vnto him. 
Mure. Well, 

and bis tbree daugbters. 
gl[um. Well, if I once fee Brittayne agayne, 
I haue fworne, ile ne're corne home without my wench, Szo 
And ile not be forfworne, 
Ile rather neuer corne home while I liue. 
Cor. Are you filre, gl[umforcl, fhe is a mayd till ? 
gl[um. Nay, ile hot fweare fhe is a mayd, but fhe goes for one: 
Ile take her at all aduentures, if I can get her. 
Cora. I, thats well put in. 
gl[um. Well put in ? nay, it was fil put in ; for had it 
Bin as well put in, as ere I put in, in my dayes, 
I would haue made ber follow me to Fraunce. 
Cor. Nay, you'd haue bin fo kind, as take her with you, 83o 
Or elle, were I as fhe, 
I would haue bin fo louing, as ide Ptay behind you: 
Yet I mut confeffe, you are a very proper man, 
And able to make a wench do more then fhe would do. 
glIum. Wdl, I haue a payre of flops for the nonce, 
Will hold all your mocks. 
IGng. Nay, we fee you haue a hanfome hoçe. 
Cor. I, and of the newet fafhion. 
gl[um. More bobs, more: put them in till, 
They'l ferue intead ofbumbafl:,yet put hOt in too many,  840 
let the feames crack, and they fly out amongl: you againe : 
you mut notthink to outface me fo eaflyin my miitcris quarrel, 
who if I fee once agayne, ten teame of horfes fhall 
hot draw me away, till I haue full and whole poflèfsion. 
A'ing. I, but one teame and a cart will ferue the turne. 
Cor. Not only for him, but alfo for his wench. 
gtIum. Well, you are two to one, fie giue you ouer: 
And rince I fee you fo pleafantly difpofed, 
Which indeed is but feldome feene, ile clayme 
A promife of you, which you fhall not deny me: 85o 
For promife is debt, & by this hand you promifd it me. 
Therefore you owe it me, and you fhall pay it me, 
Or ile rue you vpon an action of vnkindneffe. 
1ing. Prithy,Lord _Jlumforcl, what promife did I make thee ? 
ll[um. Fayth, nothing but this, 
That the next fayre weather, which is very now, 
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T/se Hiflor.y of Iting Leir 
You would go in progreffè downe to the fea ride, 
Which is very neere. 
King. Fayth, in this motion I will ioyne with thee, 
And be a mediator to my O,9_eene. 
Prithy, my Loue, let this match go forward, 
My mind foretels, 'twill be a lucky voyage. 
Cor. Entreaty needs not, where you may c6maund, 
So you be pleaçde, I ara right well content: 
Yet, as the Sea I much defire to fee; 
So ara I mol[ vnwilling to be feene. 
King. Weele go difguifed, all vnknowne to any. 
Cor. Howfoeuer you make one, ile make another. 
A/cm. And I the third : oh, I am ouer-ioyed ! 
Sec what loue is, whîch getteth with a word, 
What ail the world berides could ne're obtayne ! 
But what difguifes (hail we haue, my Lord ? 
King. Fayth thus: my Qgeene & I -,vil be difguifde, 
Like a playne country couple, and you (hall be Roger 
Out man, and wayt vpon vs: or if you will, 
You (hall go firflr, and we will wayt on you. 
A/cm. 'Twere more then time; this deuice is excellent. 
Corne let vs about it. Exeunt. 
nter Cambria and Ragan, it]a Nbles. 
Cam. What range mifchance or vnexpected hap 
Hath thus depriu'd vs of out fathers prefence ? 
Gan no man tel1 vs what's become of him, 
With whom we did conuerfe hOt two dayes rince ? 
My Lords, let euery where light-horfe be lent, 
To fcoure about through all out Regiment. 
Difpatch a Pot[e immediately to Cornwall, 
To fee ifany newes be ofhim there ; 
My felfe will make a rickt inquiry here, 
And all about our Cities neere at hand, 
Till certayne newes of his abode be brought. 
Rag. All forrow is but counterfet to mine, 
Whofe lips are almot[ feaied vp with griefe : 
Mine is the fubt[ance, whil they do but feeme 
To weepe the leffè, which teares cannot redeeme. 

and bis tbree daugbters. 
O, ne're was heard fo flrrange a mifaduenture, 
A thing fo far beyond the reach of fence, 
Since no mans reafon in the caufe can enter. 
What hath remou'd my father thus from hence ? 
O, I do feare fome charme or inuocation 
Of wicked fpirits, or infernall fiends, 19oo 
Stird by Corddla, moues this innouation, 
And brings my fìther timeleflê to his end. 
But might I know, that the detet[ed Witch 
Were certayne caufe of this vncertayne ill, 
My felfe to Fraunce would go in fome disguife, 
And with thefe nayles fcratch out her hatefull eyes: 
For rince I am depriued of my father, 
I loath my lire, and wifh my death the rather. 
Cam. The heauens are iut, and hate impiety, 
And will (no doubt) reueale fuch haynous crimes: 1910 
Cenfure hot any, till you know the right : 
Let him be Iudge, that bringeth truth to light. 
A)a. O, but my griefe, like to a fwelling tyde, 
Exceeds the bounds of common patience : 
Nor can I moderate my toung fo much, 
To conceale them, whom I hold in fifpect. 
Cam. This matter fhall be tifted : if it be fhe, 
A thoufand Fraunces fhall not harbour ber. 
Enter the allian lmbaffador. 
.4m. _Ail happinette vnto the Cambrian King. 19"-o 
Cam. Welcom, my friend, from whence îs thy Ambaflàge ? 
.4m. I came from Gallia, vnto Cornwall lent, 
With letters to your honourable father, 
Whom there not finding, as I did expect, 
I was directed hither to repayre. 
A'ag. Frenchman, what is thy meflàge to my father ? 
.4m. My letters, Madam, will import the faine, 
Which my Commition is for to deliuer. 
A'a. In his abfence you may trutk vs with your letters. 
.e/m. I mutk performe my charge in fuch a maner, 193o 
As I haue tkrict commaundement from the King. 
Ra. There is good packing twixt your King and you : 
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,gzo Will find a meane to remedy this wrong, 

Tbe Hiflory of Ifing Leir 
You need not hither corne to aske for him, 
You know where he is better then our felues. 
.dru. Madam, I hope, not far off. 
]l'a. Hath the young murdreflê, your outragious Queene, 
No meanes to colour ber detefed deeds, 
In finifhing my guihleffè fathers dayes, 
(Becaufe he gaue her nothing to ber dowre) 
But by the colour of a fayn'd Ambaffàge, 
To rend him letters hither to out Court ? 
Go carry them to them that lent them hither, 
And bid them keepe their fcroules vnto themfelues : 
They cannot blind vs with fuch flight excufe, 
To fmother vp fo monlrous vild abufe. 
And were it hot, it is 'gainf law of Armes, 
To offèr violence to a Meffènger, 
We would inflict thch torments on thy felfe, 
As fhould inforce thee to reueale the truth. 
.dru. Madam, your threats no whit apall my mind, 
I know my confcience guihleffè of this act; 
Nly King and Qeene, I date be fworne, are fi'ee 
From any thought of£uch impiety : 
_And therefore, Madam, you haue done them wrong, 
_And iii befeeming with a fifers loue, 
Who in meere duty tender him as much, 
As euer you refpected him for dowre. 
The King your husband xvill not fay as much. 
Cam. I will fufpend my iudgement for a time, 
Till more apparance giue vs further light: 
Yet tobe playne, your comming doth inforce 
A great fufpicion to our do ubtful mind, 
And that you do refemble, to be briefe, 
Him that fir robs, final then cries, Stop the theefe. 
.dru. Pray (3od fome neere you haue not done the like. 
]i'ag. Hence, faucy mate, reply no more to vs ; çheflrikes 
For law of Armes fhall not protect thy toung. /aim. 
/m. Ne're was I offred fuch difcourtefy ; 
God and my King, I truC, ere it be long, 
Exit lmb. 
Rag. How 

and lais tbree daug]:ters. 
Rag. How fhall I liue, to lutter thls difgrace, 
At euery bafe and vulgar peafants hands ? 
It ill befitteth my imperiall tate, 
To be thus vfde, and no man take my part. Sbee eeps. 
Cam. What fhould I do ? infringe the law of Armes, 
Were to my euerlaflcing obloquy : 
But I will take reuenge vpon his mater, 
Which lent him hither, to delude vs thus. 
Rag. Nay, if you put vp this, be fure, ere long, 
Now that my father thus is made away, 98o 
Sheele corne & clayme a third part of your Crowne, 
As due vnto ber by inheritance. 
Cam. But I will proue her title to be nought 
But fhame, and the reward of Parricide, 
And make her an example to the world, 
For after-ages to admire her penance. 
This will I do, as I ara Cambriaes King, 
Or lofe my lire, to profecute reuenge. 
Corne, firfi let's learne what newes is of our father, 
_And then proceed, as be occafion fits. Fxeunt. 99 o 
Enter Leir, Perillus, and two arriners, in fea- sc. x«iii 
gownes and fea,caps. 
Per. My honet friends, we are afham'd to fhew 
The great extremity of our preçent lhte, 
In that at this time we are brought fo low, 
That we want money for to pay out patTage. 
The truth is fo, we met with fome good fellowes, 
A little belote we came aboord your fhip, 
Which tript vs quite of all the coyne we had, 
And left vs hOt a penny in our purfes: zooo 
Yet wanting mony, we will vfe the meane, 
To fee you tàtisfied to the vttermot. Looke on Zei; 
. 3Iar. Heres a good gown, 'twould become me paffing wel, 
I fhould be fine in it. Looke on Perillus. 
z. _Mat. Heres a good cloke, I manael how I fhould look in it. 
Leir. Fayth, had we others to fupply their roome, 
Though ne'er fo meane, you wi]]ingly flaould haue them. 
t. 3/r. Do you heare, tir ? you looke like an honefE man; 
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Tbe Hiflor of Ifing Leir 
Ile hOt and to do you a pleafure: here's a good ttrôg motly ga- 
berdine, co me xiiij, good fhillings at Billinfgate, giue me your 
gowne for it, & your cap for mine, & fie forgiue your paflàge. 
Leir. With al my heart, and xx. thanks. Leir(Y ])ecbangetb. 
2. A/lat. Do you heare, tir ? you fhal haueabetter match thê he, 
becaufe you are my fl'iend: here is a good fheeps ruftêt fea- 
gowne, wil bide more ttreflë, I warrant you, then two ofhis, yet 
for you feem to be an honett gentleman, I ara content to chàge 
it for your cloke, and aske you nothing for your paflàge more. 
Pull off Perillus doke. 
Per. My owne I willingly would change with thee, 
And think my felfe indebted to thy kindneflë: 
But would my friend might keepe his garment l['ill. 
My friend, fie giue thee this new dublet, if thou wilt 
Refore his gowne vnto him back agayne. 
. A¢ar. Nay, ifI do, would I might ne're eate powderd beefe 
and muflard more, nor drink Can of good liquor whilPc I liue. 
My friend, you haue frnall reafon to feeke to hinder me of my 
bargaine: but the bePc is, a bargayne's a bargayne. 
Leir. Kind frîend, it is much better as it is; Leir to Perillus. 
For by this meanes we may e/cape vnknowne, 
Till rime and opportunity do fit. 
2. Alar. Hark,hark, they are laying their heads together, 
Theile repent them of their bargayne anon, 
'Twere bePc for vs to go while we are well. 
. A¢ar. God be with you,fir, for your paflàge back agayne, 
Ile vfe you as vnreafonable as another. 
[,dr. I knowthou wilt; but we hope to bring ready money 
With vs, when we corne back agayne. Exeunt A¢ariners. 
Were euer men in this extremity, 
In a Pcrange country, and deuoyd of friends, 
And hot a penny for to helpe our felues ? 
Kind friend, what thinklL thou will become of" vs ? 
Per. Be of good cheere, my Lord, I haue a dublet, 
Will yeeld vs mony ynough to ferue our turnes, 
Vntill we corne vnto your daughters Court: 
And then, I hope, we/hall find friends ynough. 
Leir. Ah, kind Perillus, that is it I feare, 


an lais tbree daugbters. 
And makes me faynt, or euer I come there. 
Can kindneflè fpring out of ingratitude ? 
Or loue be reapt, where hatred hath bin fowne ? 
(3an Henbane ioyne in league with Methridate ? 
Or Sugar grow in Wormwoods bitter falke ? 
It cannot be, they are too oppofite: 
_And fo am I to any kindnef/è here. 
I haue throwne Wormwood on the fugred youth, 
And like to Henbane poyfoned the Fount, 
Whence flowed the Methridate of a childs goodwil: 
I, like an enuious thorne, haue prickt the heart, 
_And turnd fweet (3rapes, to fowre vnrelifht Sloes: 
The caufeleflè ire of my refpectleflè bret, 
Hath fowrd the fweet milk of dame Natures paps: 
My bitter words haue gauld her hony thoughts, 
_And weeds of rancour chokt the flower of grace. 
Then what remainder is of any hope, 
But all our fortunes will go quite aflope ? 
Per. Feare not, my Lord, the perfit good indeed, 
Can neuer be corrupted by the bad: 
_A new frefh veflèll till retaynes the tafe 
Of that which firflc is powr'd into the lame: 
And therfore, though you naine yourfelfe the thorn, 
"rhe weed, the gall, the henbane & the wormewood; 
Yet fheele continue in ber former tkate, 
"rhe hony, milke, Grape, Sugar, Methridate. 
Leir. "rhou pleafing Orator vnto me in wo, 
Ceafe to beguile me with thy hopefull fpeaches: 
O ioyne with me, and thinke of nought but croflès, 
_And then weele one lament angthers lot]ès. 
Per. Why, fay the worflc, the worflc can be but death, 
_And death is better then for to defpaire: 
Then hazzard death, which may conuert to lire; 
Banifh defpaire, which brings a thoufand deathes. 
Leir. Orecome with thy tkrong arguments, I yeeld, 
"fo be directed by thee, as thou wih: 
_As thou yeeldflc comfort to my crazed thoughts, 
Would I could yeeld the like vnto thy body, 
Which is full weake, I know, and ill apayd, 
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Tke Hiflory of Ifing Leir 
For want of frefh meat and due futenance. 
Per. Alack, my Lord, my heart doth bleed, to think 
That you fhould be in fuch extremity. 
Leir. Corne, let vs go, and fee what God will rend; 
• o9o When ail meanes faile, he is the furet friend. Exeunt. 
&. xxi nter the Çallian Aing anal Queene, anal ff[umforal, with a 
bafket, difguid like Countre), folk«. 
1(ing. This tedious iourney ail on foot, fweet Loue, 
Cannot be pleafing to your tender ioynts, 
Which ne're were vfed to thefe toylefome walks. 
Cord. I neuer in my life tooke more delight 
In any iourney, then I do in this: 
It did me good, when as we hapt to light 
Amongt the merry crue of country folke, 
• oo To fee what indutry and paynes they tooke, 
To win them commendations 'mongt their friends. 
Lord, how they labour to befl:ir themfelues, 
And in their quirks to go beyond the Moone, 
And fo take on them with fuch antike fits, 
That one would think they were befide their wits! 
Corne away, _oger, with your basket. 
fl/[um. Sort, Dame, here cornes a couple of old youthes, 
I mut needs make my felfe fat with ieing at them. 
Cor. lqay, prithy do not, they do feeme tobe 
• xo Men much o'regone with griefe and mifery. 
Let's tand aride, and harken what they fay. 
Leir. Ah, my Perillus, now I fee we both 
Shall end our dayes in this vnfruitfull foyle. 
Oh, I do faint for want of futenance : 
And thou, I know, in little better cale. 
No gentle tree affords one tae of fruit, 
To comfort vs, vntill we meet with men: 
No lucky path conducts our lucklefçe eps 
Vnto a place where any comfort dwels. 
• xo Sweet ret betyde vnto our happy foules; 
For here I fee our bodies mut haue end. 
Per. Ah, my deare Lord, how doth my heart lainent, 
To fee you brought to this extremity ! 
O, if you loue me, as you do profeflè, 

Enter Leir 
_y Perillus 
ver f aint. 

and lois tkree daugkters. 
Or euer thought well of me in my lire, Heflrip« vp lai« arme. 
Feed on this flefh, whofe veynes are hot fo dry, 
But there is verrue left to comfort you. 
O, feed on this, if this will do you good, 
Ile fmile for ioy, to fee you thck my bloud. 
Leir. I am no Caniball, that i fhould delight z3o 
To flake my hungry iawes with humane flefh: 
I ara no deuill, or ten times worfe then fo, 
To fuck the bloud of fuch a peereleflê friend. 
O, do hOt think that I refpect my lire 
So dearely, as I do thy loyal1 loue. 
Ah, Brittayne, I fhall neuer fee thee more, 
That hafi vnkindly banifhed thy King : 
And yet hot thou dof make me to complayne, 
But they which were more neere to me then thou. 
Cbr. What do I heare ? this lamentable voyce, z 14o 
Me thinks, ere now I oftentimes haue heard. 
Leir. Ah, Gonorill, was halle my Kingdomes gifk 
The caufe that thou did feeke to haue my lire ? 
Ah, cruell A'agan, did I giue thee ail, 
And all could hOt ti, flfice without my bloud ? 
Ah, poore Codella, did I giue thee nought, 
Nor neuer fhall be able for to giue ? 
O, let me warne ail ages that infueth, 
I-Iow they tru flattery, and reiect the trueth. 
Well, vnkind Girles, I here forgiue you both, :x ço 
Yet the iuf heauens will hardly do the like ; 
And only craue forgiueneoEe at the end 
Of good Cordella, and of thee, my friend ; 
Of God, whofe Maiefy I haue offended, 
By my tranfgretion many thoufand wayes: 
Of ber, deare heart, whom I for no occafion 
Turn'd out of ai1, through flatterers perfwafion : 
Of thee, kind friend, who but for me, I know, 
Hadf neuer corne vnto this place of wo. 
Cor. Alack, that euer I fhould liue to fee • 6o 
My noble father in this mifery. 
XFng. Sweet Loue, reueaie hOt what thou art as yet, 
Vntill we know the ground of ail this iii. 
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Tbe Hiflory of 1ring Leir 
Cor. O, but forne rneat, fome meat: do you hOt fee, 
How neere they are to death for want of food ? 
Per. Lord, which did help thy feruants at their need, 
Or now or neuer rend vs helpe with fpeed. 
Oh comfort, cornfort ! yonder is a banquet, 
And rnen and women, rny Lord: be of good cheare ; 
For I fee cornfort cornming very neere. 
0 rny Lord, a banquet, and men and women ! 
Leir. O, let kind pity mollify their hearts, 
That they rnay helpe vs in our great extreames. 
Per. God faue you, friends; & if this bleflèd banquet 
/kffordeth any food or fufenance, 
Euen for his fake that faued vs al] frorn death, 
Vouchfafe to faue vs frorn the gripe of famine. She bringeth 
Cor. Here fàther, fit and eat, here, fit & drink : him to the table 
And would it were far better for your fakes. 
Perillus takes Leir bj the hand to the table. 
Per. Ile giue you thanks anon: rny fi'iend doth faynt, 
And needeth preçent cornfort. Leir drinks. 
AIum. I warrant, he ne're ttayes to fay grace: 
O, theres no fauce to a good ornake. 
Per. The bleflèd God of heauen bath thought vpon vs. 
Leir. The thanks be his, and thefe kind courteous folke, 
By whofe hurnanity we are pretêrued. hef eat hungerlf, Ldr 
Cor. _And rnay that draught be vnto hirn, as was drinkes. 
That which old EJ6n dranke, which did renue 
His withered age, and rnade hirn young againe. 
And may that rneat be vnto hirn, as was 
That which tlias ate, in lrength whereof 
He walked fourty dayes, and neuer faynted. 
Shall I conceale me longer frorn my father ? 
Or fhall I manife my felfe to hirn ? 
1ring. Forbeare a while, vntill his t'trength returne, 
Let't being ouer ioyed with feeing thee, 
His poore weake fences fhould forfake their office, 
And fo our caufe of ioy be turnd to forrow. 
Per. What chere, rny Lord? how do you feele yourfelfe? 
Leir. /Vie thinks, I neuer ate fuch fauory meat: 
It is as pleafant as the bleflèd iManna, 

and lois tbree daugbters. 
That raynd from heauen amongFc the Ifraelites: 
It bath recall'd my fpirits home agayne, 
And made me frefla, s earf I was before. 
But how fhall we congratulate their kindneflê ? 
Per. Infayth, I know not how tiffficiently ; 
But the bet meane that I can think on, is this: 
Ile otTer them my dublet in requitall ; 
For we haue nothing elle to fpare, zzo 
Leir. Nay, tay, Perillus, fbr they fhall haue mine. 
Per. Pardon, my Lord, I fweare they fhall haue mine. 
Perillusprors bis dublet. : tbe ill hot take it. 
Ze/r. Ah, who would think fuch ndnes fhould remayne 
Among fuch trange and vnacquainted men: 
/tnd that fuch hate fhould harbour in the bret 
Of thofe, which haue occafion to be be[ ? 
Cor. Ah, good old father, tell to me thy griefe, 
Ile forrow with thee, if hOt adde reliefe. 
Leir. Ah, good young daughter, I may call thee fo; zz:o 
For thou art llke a daughter I did owe. 
Cor. Do you not owe her fill ? what, is flae dead ? 
Zeir. No, God forbid: but ail my interetl:'s gone, 
By fhewing my tèlfe too much vnnaturall: 
So haue I lof the tide of a father, 
And may be call'd a Il:ranger to her rather. 
Cor. Your title's good till ; for tis alwayes knowne, 
_A man may do as him lit[ with his owne. 
But haue you but one daughter then in all ? 
Leir. Yes, I haue more by two, then would I had. zzo 
Cor. O, fay hOt fo, but rather fee the end: 
They that are bad, may haue the grace to mend: 
But how haue they otTended you fo much ? 
Leir. If from the firt I thould rehte the caufe, 
'Twould make a heart of Adamant to weepe; 
And thou, poore foule, kind-hearted as thou art, 
Dot weepe already, ere I do begin. 
Cor. For Gods loue tell it, and when you haue done, 
Ile tell the reafon why I weepe fo foone. 
Leir. Then know this firft, I ara a Brittayne borne, z4o 
And had three daughters by one louing wife: 
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T/e Hi.flor l of t;ing Leir 
And though I fay it, of beauty they were fped; 
Efpechlly the youngef of the three, 
For her perfections hardly matcht could be: 
On thefe I doted with a ielous loue, 
And thought to try which of them lou'd me bef, 
By asking them, which would do mof for me ? 
The iïrf and fecond lattred me vkh words, 
And vowd they lou'd me better then their liues: 
The younge fayd, fhe loued me as a child 
Might do: her anfwere I efeem'd mof vild, 
And prefently in an outragious mood, 
I turned her from me to go tnke or fwym: 
And ail I had, euen to the very clothes, 
I gaue in dowry with the other two: 
And the that bef deferu'd the greatef thare, 
I gaue her nothing, but difgrace and care. 
Now mark the fequell : When I had done thus, 
I foiournd in my eldef daughters houle, 
Where for a rime I was intreated vell, 
And liu'd in ite futcing my content: 
But euery day ber kindneffe did grow cold, 
Which I with patience put vp well ynough, 
And feemed not to fee the things I faw: 
But at the lat fhe grew fo far incent 
Wkh moody fury, and vkh caufleffe hate, 
That in mol vld and contumelious termes, 
She bade me p ack, and harbour fomewhere elle. 
Then was I iayné for refuge to repayre 
Vnto my other daughter for reliefe, 
Who gaue me pleafing and mof courteous words; 
But in her actions fhewed her felfe fo fore, 
As neuer any daughter did before : 
She prayd me în a morning out berline, 
To go to a thicket two toiles from the Court, 
Poyndng that there Re vould corne talke with me" 
There fhe had fer a fhaghayrd murdring wretch, 
To maflàcre my honef ï'iend and me. 
Then iudge your felfe, aithough my tale be bdefe, 
If euer man had greater caufe of gdefe. 
/i»g. Nor 

and kis tkree daugkters. 
King. Nor neuer like impiety was done, 
Since the creation of the world begun. 
Ldr. And now I ara confraind to feeke reliefe 
Of her, to whom I haue bin fo vnkind; 
Whofe cenfure, if it do award me death, 
I mu confeflê fhe payes me but my due: 
But if fhe fhew a louing daughters part, 
It cornes of God and her, hOt my defert. 
Cor. No doubt fhe will, I date be fworne fhe will. 
Ldr. How know you that, not knowing what fhe is ? 
Cor. My felfe a father haue a great way hence, 
Vfde me as il] as euer you did her ; 
Yet, that his reuerend age I once might fee, 
Ide creepe along, to meet him on my knee. 
LeUr. O, no mens children are vnkind but mine. 
Cor. Condemne not ail, becaufe of others crime : 
But looke, deare father, looke, behold and fee 
Thy louing daughter fpeaketh vnto thee. ç]e kneeles. 
Leir. O, fand thou vp, it is my part to kneele, 
And aske forgiueneffe for my former faults. ]e kneeles. 
Cor. 0, if you wifh I fhould inioy my breath, 
Deare father rire, or I receiue my death. e rt. 
Ldr. Then I will rire, to fatisfy your mind, 
But kneele againe, fil pardon be refignd. e" kneeles. 
Cor. I pardon you: the word befeemes not me: 
But I do fay fo, for to eafe your knee. 
You gaue me lire, you were the caufe that I 
Ara what I ara, who elle had neuer bin. 
Leir. But you gaue lire to me and to my friend, 
Whofe dayes had elle, had an vntimely end. 
Cor. You brought me vp, when as I was but young, 
And far vnable for to helpe my felfe. 
Ldr. I cac thee forth, when as thou waf but young, 
And far vnable for to helpe thy felfe. 
Cor. God, world and nature fay I do you wrong, 
That can indure to £ee you kneele fo long. 
](ing. Let me breake off this louing controuerfy, 
Which doth reioyce my very foule to fee. 
3ood father, rire, fhe is your louing daughter, I-e rèt. 
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Tke Hiflory of Ifing Leir 
23,0 And honours you with as refpectiue duty, 
_As if you were the Monarch of the world. 
Cor. But I will neuer rife from off my knee, ç/ae knee]es. 
Vntill I haue your bleffing, and your pardon 
Of ail my faults committed any way, 
From my tir/l: birth vnto this prefent day. 
£eir. The bleffing, which the God of Ibraham gaue 
Vnto the trybe of ruda, light on thee, 
_And multiply day dayes, that thou maytPt fee 
Thy childrens children profper after daee. 
z33o Thy faults, which are iutPt none that I do know, 
God pardon on high, and I forgiue below. Jbe ritb. 
Cor. Now is my heart at quiet, and doth leape 
Within my bretk, for ioy of this good hap" 
And now (deare father) welcome to our Court, 
And welcome (kind Perillus) vnto me, 
1Myrrour of verrue and true honetky. 
Zeir. O, he hath bin the kinde friend to me, 
That euer man had in aduerfity. 
Per. My toung doth faile, to fay what heart doth think, 
z34o I am fo rauifht wkh exceeding ioy. 
King. Ail you haue fpoke: now let me fpeak my mind, 
And in few words much matter here conclude: be kneeles. 
If ere my heart do harbour any ioy, 
Or true content repofe within my bret, 
Till I haue rooted out dais viperous fect, 
And repoftëtk my father of his Crowne, 
Let me be counted for the periurdtk man, 
That euer fpake word rince the world began, riJè. 
ggum. Let me pray to, that neuer pray'd before; ggumleord 
z3o If ere I refalute the Brittifh earth, kneeles. 
(_As (ere't be long) I do prefume I thall) 
And do returne from thence without my wench, 
IJet me be gelded for my recompence, r/Jè. 
/ç'3"ng. Corne, let's to armes for to redreffe this wrong: 
Till I ara there, me thinks, the rime feemes long. weunt. 
Enter Ragan fila. 
'ag. I feele a hell of confcience in my bretPt, 
Tormenting me with horrour for my fact, 

and lais tkree daugbters. 
And makes me in an agony of doubt, 
For feare the world fhould find my deallng out. 
The flaue whom I appoynted for the act, 
I ne're fet eye vpon the peafant rince: 
O, could I get him for to make him fure, 
My doubts would ceafe, and I fhould reflc fecure. 
But if the old men, xvith perfwafiue words, 
Haue fau'd their liues, and ruade him to relent; 
Then are they fled vnto the Court of Fraunce, 
And like a Trumpet manifeflc my fhame. 
A flaame on thefe white-liuerd flaues, fay I, 
That with fayre words fo foone are ouercome. :37o 
O God, that I had bin but ruade a man; 
Or that my flcrength were equall xvith my will! 
Thefe foolifh men are nothing but meere pity, 
And melt as butter doth againflc the Sun. 
Why fhould they haue preeminence ouer vs, 
Since we are creatures of more braue refolue ? 
I fweare, I ara quite out of charity 
With all the heartleflè men in Chritendome. 
A poxe vpon them, when they are affrayd 
To giue a flcab, or flit a paltry Wind-pipe, 238° 
Which are fo eafy matters to be done. 
Well, had I thought the flaue would ferue me fo, 
My felfe would haue bin executioner : 
Tis now vndone, and if that it be knowne, 
Ile make as good fhit as I can for one. 
He that repines at me, how ere it flcands, 
'Twere bei for him to keepe him from my hands. 1;xit. 
Sound Drums  Trumpets : nter tbe Çallian 1(in, 
Leir, 31umford and the arm),. 
King. Thus haue we brought our army to the fea, z39o 
Whereas our flaips are ready to receyue vs: 
The wind lands fayre, and we in foure houres fayle, 
May eafily arriue on Brittifh flaore, 
Where vnexpected we may them furprife, 
And gayne a glorious victory with eafe. 
Wherefore, my louing Countreymen, refolue, 
Since truth and iuiice fighteth on our rides, 
I That 

Sc. xavi 

Ttae Hiflor of Ifing Leir 
That we flnall march with conqueflc where we go. 
My felfe will be as forward as the fir[t, 
z4oo And flcep by flcep march with the hardieflc wight : 
And hot the meaneflc fouldier in our Campe 
Shall be in danger, but ile fecond him. ' 
To you, my Lord, we giue the whole commaund 
Of ail the army, next vnto our felfe, 
Not doubting of you, but you will extend 
Your wonted valour in this needfull cale, 
Encouraging the re to do the like, 
By your approued magnanimity. 
fllum. My Liege, ris needleflê to fpur a willing horfe, 
z4o Thats apt enough to run himfelfe to death: 
For here I fweare by that fweet Saints bright eye, 
Which are the tarres, which guide me to good hap, 
Eyther to fee my old Lord crown'd anew, 
Or in his caufe to bid the world adieu. 
Leir. Thanks, good Lord Mumford, tis moreof y our good will, 
Then any merit or defert in me. 
fllum. And now to you, my worthy Countrymen, 
Ye valiant race of Genoueftan Gawles, 
Surnamed Red-flnanks, for your chyuairy, 
• 4,o Becaufe you fight vp to the fhanks in bloud ; 
Shew your felues now to be right Gawles indeed, 
And be fo bitter on your enemies, 
That they may fay, you are as bitter as Gall. 
Gall them, braue Shot, with your Artillery: 
Gai] them, braue Halberts, with your fharp point Billes, 
Each in thelr poynted place, not one, but alI, 
Fight for the credit of your felues and Gawle. 
ATng. Then what fhould more perfwafion need to thof'e, 
That rather wifh to deaie, then heare of blowes ? 
• 43o Let's to our fhips, and if that God permit, 
In foure houres fayle, I hope we fhall be there. 
fl/um. And in fiue houres more, I make no doubt, 
But we fhall bring our wifh'd defires about. xeunt. 
sc. rvi Enter a Captavne of the watch, and two watchmen. 
Cap. My hone friends, it is your turne to night, 
To watch in this place, neere about the Beacon, 

and kis tkree daugkters. 
And vigilantly haue regard, . 
If any fleet of fhips paffè hitherward: 
Which if you do, your office is to tire 
The Beacon prefently, and raire the towne. Exit. z44° 
. l¢at. I, I, I, feare nothing; weknowour charge, I warrant: 
I haue bin a watchman about this Beacon this xxx. yere, and 
yet I ne're fee it ftir, but tfood as quietly as might be. 
2. l¢at. Fayth neighbour, and you'lfollow my vice, infead of 
watching the Beacon, wee'l go to goodman Gennings, & watch 
a pot orale and a rafher ofBacon : and ifwe do not drink out 
felues drunke, then fo; I warrant, the ]3eacon will fee vs when 
we come out agayne. 
./¢. I, but how if fome body excufe vs to the Captayne ? 
OE. k/. Tis no matter, ile proue by good reafon that we watch "-450 
the Beacon: aflê for example. 
./¢. I hope you do not cal] me aflè by craft, neighbour. 
OE./¢. No, no, but for example: Say here ands the pot orale, 
thats the Beacon. ./1-C I, I, tis a very good Beacon. 
OE./P'. Well, fay here fands your nofe, thats the tire. 
i./¢. Indeed I mut[ confeftê, tis fomewhat red. 
OE. k/. I fee corne marching in adifh, halfeafcorepieces offalt 
Bacon. . k/. I vnderand your meaning,thats as much tofay, 
halfa fcore fhips. ,. k/Z True, you confier right; prefently,like 
a faithful] watchman, I tire the Beacon, and call vp the towne, z46o 
I./¢. I, thats as much as to fay,you let your nofe to the pot;and 
drink vp the drink. ,./. You are in the right; corne, let s go 
tire the Beacon. xeunt. 
£nterthe AT»gof GalliawitbaJtil marcb,3tumford (Y.ldiers. 
King. Now march our enfignes on the Brittifll earth, 
And we are neere approaching to the towne: 
Then looke about you, valiant Countrymen, 
An,d. we fhall finifh this exployt with eafe. 
Th inhabitants of this mitrutfull place, 
_Are dead afleep, as men that are fecure: 4zo 
Here shall we skirmifh but with naked men, 
Deuoyd of fence, new waked from a dreame, 
That know not what out comming doth pretend, 
Till they do feele out meaning on their skinnes: 
"rherefore affaile: God and our right for vs. xeunt. 
I . llarum, 

Sc. xaviii 

The HifloF of tfing Leir 
tlarum, with men and wamen halle naked: Enter 
Capta),ne« ithout dublet«, ith fword«. 
i. Cap. Where are thefe villaines that were fer to watch, 
_And tire the Beacon, ifoccatïon feru'd, 
z48o That thus haue fuffred vs tobe furprifde, 
_And neuer giuen notice to the towne ? 
We are betrayd, and quite deuoyd of hope, 
By any meanes to fortify out felues. 
2. Cap. Tis ten to one the peafants are o'recome with drinke 
and fleep, and fo neglect their charge. 
I. Çap. _A whirl-wind carry them quick to a whirl-poole, 
That th-ere the flaues may drlnke thêir bellies full. 
2. Cap. This ris, to haue the Beacon fo neere the Aie-houle. 
Enter the watchmen drmke, with each a pot. 
z49 o I. Cap. Out on ye, villaynes, whither run you now ? 
. I¢at. To tire the towne, and call vp the Beacon. 
z. I¢at. No, no, fiq to tire the Beacon. He drinkes. 
z. Cap. What, with a pot of ale, you drunken Rogues ? 
. Cap. You'l tire the Beacon, when the towne is lot : 
lle teach you howto tend your office better, draw toflab thon. 
Enter 34umford, Captajmes run away. 
3Ium. Yeeld, yeeld, yeeld. He kicks downe theirpots. 
. Iat. Reele ? no, we do not reele: 
You may lacke a pot of Ale ere you dye. 
z soo 34um. But in meane fpace, I a,nfwer, you want none. 
Wel, theres no dealing with you, y are tall men, & wel weapd, 
I would there were no worfe then you in the towne. Exit. 
2. Iat. A fpeakslikean honet man, my cholerspat already. 
Corne, neighbour, let's go. 
. l¢at. Nay, firt let's fee and we can flan& Exeunt. 
tlarum, excu.flons, 3lumford aft" them, andJbme halfe naked. 
s. xxx Enter the ç allian King, Leir, Mumf ord, Cordella,Perillu s, andJbul- 
diers, with the chiffe of the towne bound. 
Ing. Feare hot, my friends, you fhall receyue no hurt, 
zo If you'l fubfcribe vnto your lawfull King, 
_And quite reuoke your fealty from Cambia, 
And ri'oto afpiring Corrzwall too, whofe wiues 
Haue practifde treafon 'gaint their fathers lire. 
Wee corne in iutice of your wronged King, 


• and bis tbree daugbters. 
And do intend no harrn at ail to you, 
So you tùbmit vnto your lawfull King. 
Leir. Kind Countryrnen, it grieues rne, that perforce, 
I ara conraind to vfe extrernities. 
2kb/e. Long haue you here bin lookt for, good rny Lord, 
And wifh'd for by a generall confent- zzo 
And had we known your Highnef[è had arriued, 
We had hOt ruade refitance to your Grace: 
And now, rny gracious Lord, you need hOt doubt, 
But ail the Country will yeeld prefendy, 
Which rince your abfence haue bin greatly tax'd, 
For to maintayne their ouerfwelling pride. 
Weele prefently rend word to al] our friends; 
When they haue notice, they will corne apace. 
Leir. Thanks, louing fubiects; and thanks, worthy fon, 
Thanks, my kind daughter, thanks to you, my Lord, zs3o 
Who willingly aduentured haue your blood, 
(Without detèrt) to do rne fo much good. 
34um. O, fay not fo: 
I haue bin much beholding to your Grace: 
I rnut[ confeffe, I haue bin in fome skirrnifhes, 
But I was neuer in the like to this: 
For where I was wont to rneet with arrned rnen, 
I was now incountred with naked women. 
Cord. We that are feeble, and want vfe of Armes, 
Will pray to âod, to fheeld you frorn ail harrnes. 
Zeir. The wh[le your hands do rnanage ceafelelTe toyle, 
Our hearts fhall pray, the foes may haue the foyle. 
Per. Weele fal"c and pray, whilt[ you for vs do fight, 
That victory rnay profecute the right. 
King. Me thinks, your words do amplify (my friends) 
And adde frefh vigor to my willing lirnmes: Drum. 
But harke, I heare the aduerfe Drum approch. 
God and our right, Saint Denis, and Saint George. 
nter Con.wall, Cambria, Gonoffll, Ragan, and tloe arnjt. 
Corn. Prefumptuous King ofGawlês, how dare thou ,so 
PrexCurne to enter on our Brittifh fhore ? 
And rnore then that, to take our townes perforce, 
And draw our fubiects hearts from their true King ? 
I 3 Be 




z59 o 

Tke Hiflor.y of tfing Leir 
Be ri, te to buy it at as deare a price, 
As ere you bought prefumption in your liues. 
King'. Ore-daring Cornwall, know, we came in right, 
And iut reuengement of the wronged King, 
Whofe daughters there, fell vipers as they are, 
Haue fought to murder and depriue of lire: 
But God protected him from all their fpight, 
And we are corne in iuice of his right. 
Cam. Nor he nor thou haue any interet here, 
But what you win and purchafe with the fword. 
Thy flaunders to out noble vertuous Qeenes, 
Wee'l in the battell thrut them down thy throte, 
Except for feare of out reuenging hands, 
Thou flye to fea, as hot fecure on lands. 
Mure. Welfhman, ile foferrit you ere night for that word, 
That you fhall haue no mind to crake fo wel this tweluemonth. 
Gon. They lye, that fay, we fought out fathers death. 
Rag. Tis meerely forged for a colours fake, 
To let a gloflê on your inuafion. 
Me thinks, an old man ready for to dye, 
Should be afham'd to broache fo foule a lye. 
Cord. Fy, fhameleffe fit[er, fo deuoyd of grace, 
To call out father lyer to his face. 
Gon. Peace (Puritan) diflèmbling hypocrite, 
Which art fo good, that thou wiltfoue fiark naught : 
Anon, when as I haue you in my nngers, 
Ile make you wifh your felfe in Purgatory. 
Per. Nay, peace thou monfier, fhame vnto thy fexe: 
Thou fiend in likeneffe of a humane creature. 
Rag. I neuer heard a fouler fpoken man. 
Zeir. Out on thee, viper, fcum, filthy parricide, 
More odious to my fight then is a Toade. 
Knoweflc thou thefe letters ? çke fnatckes them . teares tkem. 
Rag. Think you to outface me with your paltry fcrowles? 
You corne to driue my husband from his right, 
Vnder the colour of a forged letter. 
Zeir. Who euer heard the like impiety ? 
Per. You are out debtour of more patience: 
We were more patient when we l[ayd for you, 

and bis tbree daugbters. 
Within the thicket two long houres and more. 
Rag. What houres ? what thicket ? 
Per. There, where you lent your feruant with vour letters, 
Seald with your hand, to rend vs both to heauên, 
Where, as I thinke, you neuer meane to corne. 
Rag. _A_las, you are growne a child agayne with age, 
Or elle your fences dote for want of fleepe. 
Per. Indeed you made vs rire betimes, you know, 6oo 
Yet had a care we fhould fleepe where you bade vs tkay, 
But neuer wake more till the latter day. 
Gon. Peace, peace, old fellow, thou art fleepy 9611. 
glIum. Fayth, and if you reafon till to morrow, 
You get no other anfwere at theÎr hands. 
Tis pitty two ti, ch good faces 
Should haue fo little grace betweene them. 
Well, let vs fee if their husbands with their hands, 
Can do as much, as they do with their toungs. 
Carn. I, with their fwords they'l make your toung vnfay z6xo 
What they haue fayd, or elle they'l cut them out. 
1ring. Too't, gallants, too't, let's not ffand brawling thus. 
Exeunt both arrn),es. 
Sound alarum : excurfions. 31umford rnufl cbaJè Camb4a 
au)af : then ceajë. nter Cotwa]]. 
Corn. The day is lot, our friends do ail reuolt, 
And ioyne againt vs with the aduerfe part: 
There is no meanes of fafety but by flight, 
And therefore ile to Cornwall with my Qgeene. Exic 
Enter Carnbria. z6zo 
Carn. I thinke, there is a deuill in the Campe bath haunted 
me to day: he bath fo tyred me, that in a maner I can fight no 
more. Enter 31urnford. 
Zounds, here he cornes, Ile take me to my horfe. /Yacit. 
_/Uurnford followes bbn to tbe dote, and returnes. 
./Uum. Farewell (Welfhman) giue thee but thy due, 
Thou ha a light and nimble payre of legs: 
Thou art more in debt to them then to thy hands: 
But if I meet thee once agayne to day, 
Ile cut them off, and let them to a better heart. Exit. z63o 
I  4laruns 

Tke Hiflor.y of Eing Leir 
Sc. x««ii Ilarums and excur.fions, tken fiund vicmy. E»ter Zeh; 
lus, ATng, Corde/la, and 34umford. 
King. Thanks be to God, your foes are ouercome, 




And you againe poffeffed of your right. 
Leir. Firf to the heauens, next, thanks to you, my forme, 
By whofe good meanes I repoflèflë the faine: 
Which if it pleafe you to accept your felfe, 
With ail my heart I will refigne to you: 
For it is yours by right, and none of mine. 
Firf, haue you raifd, at your owne charge, a power 
Ofvaliant Souldiers ; (this cornes al1 flore you) 
Next haue you ventured your owne perfons fcathe. 
And laly, (worthy Gallia neuer taynd) 
My kingly title I by thee haue gaynd. 
AT»g. Thank heauens, hOt me, my zeaie to you is ri, ch, 
Commaund my vtmof[, I will neuer grutch. 
Cor. He that with ai1 kind loue intreats his Q.eene, 
Will not be to her father vnkind feene. 
Leir. Ah, my Cordella, now I call to mind, 
The model2 anfwere, which I tooke vnkind: 
But now I fee, I ara no whit beguild, 
Thou louedfi me dearely, and as ought a child. 
And thou (Perillus) parmer once in woe, 
Thee to requite, the bel2 I can, Ile doe: 
Yet all I can, I, were it ne're fo much, 
Were not fuflàcient, thy true loue is fuch. 
Thanks (worthy fllumford) to thee la1[ of ail, 
Not greeted 1-af, 'caufe thy defert was final1; 
No, thou hafi Lion-like layd on to day, 
Chafing the Cornwai1 King and Gambria; 
Who with my daughters, daughters did I fay ? 
To faue their liues, the fugitiues did play. 
Come, fonne and daughter, who did me aduaunce, 
Repofe with me awhile, and then for Fraunce. 
Sound Drummes and Trumpets. xeunt.